The best thing ever I got for my birthday was my name on a bible, leather-bound and embossed in real gold— even a middle initial—M —fifty years ago at least. It came in the mail in a stiff mauve box. I came in from mowing early spring grass to find it and smell the leather. … More Boy Bites Bible
1. Welcome to no time, apotheosis of gone. Welcome to the presence of no- thing— auto- bio- graph- ical annihilation . . . 2. Armies on plains. Rivers of blood. Lakes of fire. Ponds of penumbras. The usual end stuff. No, it never works the way we thought; that’s one thing we know from the … More Prophecies and Points West
You’ve got to let that tin roofing wobble on its nails in the highest winds, too late for rethinking how you might have put the roof on.