The Other Queue ...

If someone asked you how you felt and you said you had --

a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling was the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air,

your response would be greeted as strange or affected, to say the least.

Or ...

Every time we read (not just poetry, also novels), every time we see a painting, every time we hear music as music and not just as sound: we suspend our disbelief and enter into creative conversation.

"She’ll hold her guitar, and she’ll start to speak in abstractions, or speak in complete nonsense — just sounds and shapes. Then she emerges from that space, and slowly the words start to form into syllables, and into the English language, and become a story, or a character, or a reflection of her own experience. But it has this really clear element of . . ." He thought about it. "Grace."

“If at first you don’t succeed, skydiving definitely isn’t for you”

Steven Wright

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