“That was the thing about words, they were clear and specific - chair, eye, #stone - but when you talked about feelings, words were too stiff, they were this and not that, they couldn't include all the meanings. In defining, they always left something out.” #QuotsyOct21
so-soI‘ve been reading this one for the past month to get design ideas for our backyard! Wish it had a better variety of examples, a lot of landscaping featured homes on wooded lots. I did find a few useful ideas though, especially to turn our drainage easement into a dry creek bed.
#booked2021 #bookwithphotos
A poem is a stone
you pick up from a
great cliff or a sidewalk
and keep on your shelf;
Or that one finds to
cast into the depths of the self.
A poem is a stone
that is tossed in a child's game,
or planted in the memory of a man's life.
#stone #poetrymatters @TheSpineView
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From “Pushing Through”
“It‘s possible I am pushing through solid rock in flintlike layers, as the ore lies, alone; I am such a long way in I see no way through, and no space: everything is close to my face, and everything close to my face is stone.”
📙: http://www.slowmuse.com/2007/05/01/rilke-pushing-through/
#PoetryMatters | 2: #Stone
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