In our marginal existence,
what else is there but this voice within us,
this great weirdness we are always leaning forward to listen to?
– Mary Ruefle, Someone Reading a Book Is a Sign of Order in the World
Notes:
- Sources: Poem: via myonegin. Photo: Eric Rose
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Right?
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So right.
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Hmm absolutely true.
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our real voice
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2 reactions:
first: I was leaning forward to make out the fab photo…. kudos to Eric Rose
second: I’m leaning forward and over the table so much right now in my life that I’m nearly falling into this iPad….
so…. so true!
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Smiling. Kiki, you are granted the Award for Comment of the Day.
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Eric Rose is a wonderful artist.
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That image is absolutely amazing.
It’s funny, I just got in from shovelling the light, fluffy, sparkly snow that fell. It was absolutely silent. I was alone in the world making a noise. It felt so magical, even as I was sweating in my coat!
All I could hear was my voice inside me. Well, and the scaping of my shovel, of course. It was magical and weird.
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I’ve done exactly that and felt exactly the same experience. Exactly.
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Si cool, eh?
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Make that *so
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