Description is revelation. It is not
The thing described, nor false facsimile.
It is an artificial thing that exists,
In its own seeming, plainly visible,
Yet not too closely the double of our lives,
Intenser than any actual life could be,
A text we should be born that we might read,
More explicit than the experience of sun
And moon, the book of reconciliation,
Book of a concept only possible
In description
HOMESCHOOLING MOTHER OF 5, ALL THINGS DOMESTIC, MY CRAZY LIFE
Book Recommendations and Reviews
unreliable writings/ramblings
(Somewhat) Daily News from the World of Literary Nonfiction
It's always about writing...
Author of Angels & Adultery
"Traveling MarLa"
Writing about reading
Writer * Reader * Editor
The website of fiction writer Anthony Martin
Poetry, Education, Research
Corey Mesler
polyaesthetically being in the world...
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(The poetry blog of Grant Clauser)
Just another WordPress.com site
a roominghouse for the servants of the duende.
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