archives for Monday 10 September 2007
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Monday 10 September 2007 | someone left a cookie
Salon’s Cary Tennis advises this poor bugger to move out of his own house. Nice one! That’s what you get for taking in Mary and Joseph, these days.
madeleine l’engle 1918-2007
Monday 10 September 2007 | someone left a cookie
In this fateful hour,
I place all Heaven with its power,
And the sun with its brightness,
And the snow with its whiteness,
And the fire with all the strength it hath,
And the lightning with its rapid wrath,
And the winds with their swiftness along their path,
And the sea with its deepness,
And the rocks with their steepness,
And the earth with […]
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Monday 10 September 2007 | I like a cookie
It’s nearly nine and the Brujo is still asleep, wrapped up like a mummy in the bedsheet. We were up late, him reading aloud to me for my magical realism course. Not The Metamorphosis, which gives him the willies, but Clarice Lispector’s minutely savage “The Smallest Woman in the World” (translated by Elizabeth Bishop!) and […]
