The mother, in a flannel dressing-gown,
holds her thin flame-haired daughter on her knees,
the Shorter Version of her energies.
Here three girls lark on the muddy lawn,
her two in shorts despite the chill of June
in Dublin, mine in paisley jeans, a sixties
rip-off, taller, smiling, almost at…
I’m learning to fly, to levitate myself. No one is teaching me. I’m just learning on my own, little by little, dream lesson by dream lesson. Not a very subtle image, but a persistent one. I’ve had many lessons, and I’m better at flying than I used to be. I trust my ability more now, but I’m still afraid. I can’t quite control my directions yet. - Parable of the Sower.
In a rare 2007 interview Cormac McCarthy told Oprah that he does not know any writers, and much prefers the company of scientists. I can’t imagine what my world would be like without my writer friends.
jeffrey alan love
“There are things that a woman sings, and only a woman knows the full meaning. You may sing for men as well as for women, but only a woman knows your full meaning. I am not a feminista. I only think a woman should be true to who she believes herself to be. Or who she wants herself to be. Or who she imagines herself to be. I don’t know what I mean, or whether I’m true myself to any of that. I don’t think there are many of us who are true to our possibilities.” from The Healing (Gayl Jones)