“The shadow past is shaped by everything that never happened. Invisible, it melts the present like rain through karst.” PastHappenedShadowRainInvisibleFugitive Book:Fugitive Pieces Source: Fugitive Pieces
“The shadow-past is shaped by everything that never happened. Invisible, it melts the present like rain through karst. A biography of longing. It steers us like magnetism, a spirit torque. This is how one becomes undone by a smell, a word, a place, the photo of a mountain of shoes. By love that closes its mouth before calling a name.” PastSpiritNamesHappenedCallingMountainMouthsShadowRainLongingShoesSmellInvisibleBiographiesUndoneSteersMagnetismTorque Book:Fugitive Pieces Source: Fugitive Pieces
“I wanted a line in a poem to be the hollow ney of the dervish orchestra whose plaintive wail is a call to God. But all I achieved was awkward shrieking. Not even the pure shriek of a reed in the rain.” WantedPoetryLinesPureRainAwkwardOrchestraHollowReeds Book:Fugitive Pieces Source: Fugitive Pieces
