The Paradise Notebooks: A Poet and a Geologist’s Love Letter to Life Lensed
Through a Mountain
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"Each world bears all the worlds we might find within it. If you understand
one outcropping of stone, or one wildflower, or one hummingbird — if we see
our...
10 hours ago
5 comments:
Hi Nin. I so know how you feel. I can't avoid the politics, nor can I ignore them.
It's driving me crazy!
I like how you refer to 'the politics' in the plural ... it's not wrong I guess but it makes me imagine a race of little creatures.
Like:
"The little politics were swarming around, buzzing in our ears. Like persistent gnats on a muggy summer day, swatting was useless and soon we simply learned to accept them. Come dinner time, we were covered in the awful creatures. Aunt Louise was infuriated, and sure enough she had a spray for killing them off and she doused every last one of us. The food that night tasted like RAID, vanilla extract and catnip oil. But even so, we could see the infuriating little politics creeping back in, buzzing through the screen door ..."
haha i like that little poem, zaphos. how about we all invest in earplugs till this is all over
Wow, Jimmy, that's great!!!!!
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