one aspect of having a vivid imagination is that it takes you a lot of interesting places — many of which, in fact, probably do not exist. have you been to babel yet? your version probably doesn’t look like mine. that’s okay. i would be a little scared if it did, actually. here’s what i…Read More
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hello, you. i don’t know where you are, but where i am it’s a thursday rapidly flying toward friday. it’s finally silent, the stillness welcoming, not oppressive. i saw the sun rise this morning as i waited for my coffee to brew, and i saw it set this evening as i walked across the office…Read More
adventure and romance agency, ltd.
“but in order that life should be a story or romance to us, it is necessary that a great part of it, at any rate, should be be settled for us without our permission. … a man has control over many things in his life; he has control over enough things to be the hero…Read More
suppose space isn’t silent suppose it’s filled with shapes of sound undetectable by man-made machines suppose the star-studded blackness is singing and screaming all the secrets of the universe so shocking the knowing would shred your sanity and sever your solar system suppose space isn’t silent — would you die to find out?Read More
i’ve imagined a tomorrow — a whole series of them, in fact suited for illustration in comical pen and ink to be sold for $20 a print and hung on the walls of the living rooms of a set smarter than i subscribe to — and it is charming with a cherry-red door one million…Read More
the type-written word
while committing a post-tax completion file purge this afternoon i came across the following piece of writing, which appears to be a stream-of-consciousness work on … whatever came to mind. it’s not dated, but i think it’s from the second semester of my junior year at KU. here it is for your enjoyment (though bewilderment…Read More
darling! let’s go on a picnic. grab a blanket and a basket, cheese and chalk, blueberries and bread, a kite and a crock of mustard, and chase me up hill and down dale ’til we collapse, out of breath, laughing and gasping and grinning. oh, i know it’s january and technically very much winter still,…Read More
too much imagination?
“you cannot depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.” — mark twain i wonder. kriss kringle: you do know what imagination is, don’t you? susan walker: oh sure, that’s when you see things that aren’t really there. i really do wonder. i suppose i wonder not because i doubt the value…Read More
the age of innocents
i have been thinking lately on what a beautiful thing innocence is. i don’t mean naivete, or obtuseness, or ignorance, or victorian strait-lacedness (for all they could be shocked so terribly i’m not sure they were really so innocent). no, i mean something much more ancient and new than that. perhaps it’s because i’ve been…Read More
(saturday, march 12, 2011) driving through the darkness tonight i put myself on autopilot and dove into pools of lamplight thinking of you and your beautiful minds the more i listen to you the more i think God must’ve removed the ceiling from your skull of thought and let the stars pour through or given…Read More