‘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…’
Monday, February 06, 2017
Anne Carson, The Beauty of the Husband
'I broke the glass and jumped.
Now of course you know
that isn't true story, what broke wasn't glass, what fell to earth wasn't body.
