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.
Isobel Sollenberger—on a verge which is always sustained.
It's as if Kurt Vile and his band have some recollection of rock music—exuberant, surging, joyful swaggering noise—but recognize that they, we, now, cannot just have that, do that; what works instead, for now, is measured, deliberate.
The image of a person alone with a book; one way of picturing philosophy.
A person keeping a journal is alone with a book, too. But then, not just a book being read; a book being written.
And not even being read, at least not like any other book. Your journal is never just a book.
And not even in the way that a book you write is not just any book.
One O'Clock Jump.
Steam from a mug.