Late with my favourite reads again. Nbd. Lately, I'm not reading much for pleasure, fiction or nonfiction. Instead, I'm reading the sunlight as days here become longer and brighter. Also noticing that light Cohen sang about—the kind that gets in through the cracks in everything. This light too. Looking forward to another light this Spring (more on this later). I know there are still a lot of cracks in everything my friends, but the shittiest crack of all is no longer on social media and that's at least something. Anyway, someday I hope you will enjoy at least one of these.
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| Will inspire you to examine the story inside everything and create your own stories. |
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| A recent widower and his two sons wander in the wake of grief: funny and weird and wonderful. |
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| Orwell is more important than ever: "I write it because there is some lie that I want to expose." |
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| It will quite deftly punch you in the confirmation bias. |
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| Poetry has been a balm during the pandemic. Mary Oliver is the best and all these "birds" invite us to pay attention to what's outdoors & inside. |
6 comments:
I love the poetry of Mary Oliver too!
Nice!
There is still a feeling of surrealism. Patching up the crack he created in the western world
makes me feel like bloggers returning to their blogs: a group of meercats wondering if its safe yet.
Ha "The shittiest crack". Yup, cheers to that DBS
I’ve missed you! Thank you for the book recommendations. Funny since Covid I find it difficult to finish so much as a magazine, but I keep piling up books in the hopes I will find the devotion. Hope all is well in your world. A dear friend here in the states has a sick mother in Canada; it seems you all are handling precautions much better than us. Which has made her traveling home challenging but her worry for her mom somewhat less. Stay well.
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