"Light the first light of evening, as in a room / In which we rest and, for small reason, think / The world imagined is the ultimate good." - Wallace Stevens
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
a small observation
The hyacinths are out, perfuming the streets of Bloomington.
Although this blog does not represent the bulk of the writing I do, I see it as a place for me to track and sometimes theorize the nodes of kinetic, aesthetic, political, cerebral or affective energy that come into contact with my "self" in the various collisions and exchanges that constitute the course of my everyday life. That is to say, this ain't always good writing, but it's not supposed to be. It's process, baby.
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