‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Thursday, September 24, 2009
hoped-for chord
"If our days could be like piano keys, black and ivory across the floor, could I lift you up with one single phrase as my fingers shape into a chord?"
Denison Witmer, 'From Here On Out' from Carry the Weight (Militia, 2008).
