Tuesday, April 07, 2015
autodidact
Sometimes, in this white space (though what color, really, exists in the digitalsphere?) I wonder if I am merely speaking to one person who is listening, i.e., myself. And yet if that is so, that is okay too. T.S. Eliot wrote somewhere that a poem is not completed until it is heard or read by someone, even if that "someone" is the poet.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
We know society exhibits moral outrage over serial killings, as well it should. But why the widespread apathy over the death throes of the s... -
Today has been a banner day: solid work prospects and a Washington Post Style Invitational three-peat : Report From Week 749 in which we ask...
-
It's not year's end, but we're nearly halfway there. Here's my running list of books read so far this year, in the order of ...
No comments:
Post a Comment