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  • place: Prescott, Arizona

27::August::2005 15:39 → permalink

Scrolling through the personal book collection installed in the mostly unused office that I constructed for my father years ago when the house was quite new. After reading Wolfe, it’s hard to look at a sheet of paper: virtual or crinkled. The border of autobiography and fiction is a powerful dialectic to play along. Always sure to raise hackles of feral anger in dissociation when the images are built from eyes that see essences. It is the essence that is the only thing valuable enough to comment on, eh? Appearances which point to essences are the best.

Those who are motionless on the wandering earth: the voyagers. Those who flee over the motionless earth: the stay-at-homes. But those who flee over the wandering earth, and those who are motionless on the motionless earth: what should they be called? — J. M-G. LeClezio

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