"I am offering this poem to you, since I have nothing else to give." ~Jimmy Santiago Baca
“Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence. And though admittedly such a thing has never happened, still it is conceivable that someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence certainly never.”
– Franz Kakfa, The Silence of the Sirens
* Oops! Apologies to email subscribers who received two extra posts yesterday due to admin scheduling error (fat thumb, small iPhone buttons). -Christy
“Finally I achieved my goal and resolved my childhood obsession with now because that’s what a drum does. When you beat a drum, you create NOW, when silence becomes a sound so enormous and alive it feels like you’re breathing in the clouds and the sky, and your heart is the rain and the thunder. Jiko says that this is an example of the time being. Sound and no-sound. Thunder and silence.”
A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki
* With a hat tip to Krista.
“People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in the ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.”
― Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale
“Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.”
~David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
Words ... for the Time Being 