josh blog

Ordinary language is all right.

One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.

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19 Mar '11 07:43:16 AM

'But all these times and places and occasions are now and here.'

19 Mar '11 07:41:52 AM

'…which no day illustrates…'

18 Mar '11 04:50:46 AM

'—as if the earth sent forth an inward heat to greet the returning sun; not yellow but green is the color of its flame'

8 Mar '11 03:32:32 AM

'So they destroy one another for us. How is a tradition to come out of that?'

7 Mar '11 08:58:25 AM

'He could only feel with a terrible pang that there was something in Hetty's life unknown to him; that while he had been rocking himself in the hope that she would come to love him, she was already loving another.'

27 Feb '11 09:22:09 PM

Nobody nothin nowhere no more.

26 Feb '11 11:00:58 AM

'Thus the sun whose light and warmth we make use of every day has its circumspectly discovered, eminent places in terms of the changing usability of what it gives us: sunrise, noon, sunset, midnight.'

23 Feb '11 04:48:59 AM

'The monotony of everydayness takes whatever the day happens to bring as a change.'

22 Feb '11 04:27:39 AM

I was arrested recently by an image, a vision, called forth by a pair of lines from a song on Hard Rain—'once I had mountains in the palm of my hand / and rivers that ran through every day'—and since then have lingered in thought over the imbalance I feel between the two lines. In the first I hear a trope, something to say, the sort of thing one puts in a song. The second hangs in the air long after Dylan's sung it and I feel the rivers around me, see green life out of the corner of my eye.