Fiction gives us a second chance that life denies us.
– Paul Theroux
a blog of found things: words, art, photography, disappointment & hope
I’ve got an arrow here;
Loving the hand that sent it,
I dart the revere.
– Emily Dickinson [XLV]
you burn me
– Sappho, fragment 38 translated by Anne Carson in, If Not, Winter
Count then your blessings, hold in mind
All that has loved you or been kind…
Gather the bits of road that were
Not gravel to the traveller
But eternal lanes of joy
On which no man who walks can die.
– From Patrick Kavanagh, Prelude