Andy Sturdevant, apologies in advance for...
I’m sorry that I’m treading on your research and all, but I am a full blown Windsor convert, and you’ll see why in about ten hours.
‘The jagged mountains were pure blue in the dawn and everywhere birds...– Cormac McCarthy - Blood Meridian I started reading this in hospital because I couldn’t comfortably rest Atlas Shrugged on my stomach, and it is full of really wonderful sentences such as this.
"Late Spring," by W.S. Merwin
ewilcox: Coming into the high room again after years after oceans and shadows of hills and the sounds of lies after losses and feet on stairs after looking and mistakes and forgetting turning there thinking to find no one except those I knew finally I saw you sitting in white already waiting you of whom I had heard with my own ears since the beginning for whom more than once I had opened the...
Otis Redding - Cigarettes and Coffee
Getting back to business.
Mark Rothko, Ochre and Red on Red, 1964. So, I’ve decided to return to blogging again. There’s something about major life upheaval, the extraction of an appendix, and uncertainty that makes one want to crawl back into the open bosom of the internet. I have been incredibly lazy with ‘sorting things out’, and yearning after that calm that I’ve been promised without doing...