And suddenly we saw everything differently. The simplicity of the story seemed significant, even profound. The simplicity of the language seemed elemental, important. The repetition made beautiful, resonant little circles of words. And everything we’d learned about writing was bullshit.
And this is true of man and beast, as well sleeping as waking.
Poems and photographs from Michele Farinelli
There are more things in heaven and earth than we can dream of.
A collection of all the articles we published last month for those who like their magpies’ tidings as an issue.
If you ignore these apples, they’re small and harmless. But the more attention you pay them, the more you try to get rid of them, the larger they get, until they block your way entirely, or destroy you.
He hasn’t lost the love or the language, he’s just brought them down to earth. He’s using them to make the ordinary beautiful–rags, bones, broken bottles. And things as extraordinarily ordinary as aging, as remembering.
“Maybe this meant something, maybe it didn’t.”
But this magical madeleine and tea, which he accepts while full of adult cares and woes, brings him such joy that he no longer feels mediocre, accidental, mortal, which is what being an adult feels like, on a bad day.
A collection of all the articles we’ve published over the past month, for those who like to savor their Magpies’ tidings as an issue.
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