(Francis) Bacon's best known writings are his essays. They are loved for many reasons, such as their being so short.
Sometimes you just feel like you could work forever on something and never know when it's done.
The act of language or the act of denying language carries its own heaviness.
There's relief in white space for the reader.
Giving the reader the space to move around and be active, and encourage their active response is important to me. That will connect the reader more to the text.
Another obligation that I have as a teacher is to make available to students a range of options and devices and approaches, rather than saying "well here's one way to do it and that's the only way that's good. "
Even in so-called realist or conventional writing there can be defamiliarization.
Songwriting is the cheapest psychiatrist I know.
Are physical forces alone at work there, or has evolution begotten something more complex, something not akin to what we know on Earth as life? It is in this that lies the peculiar interest of Mars.
It's funny. When we were alive we spent much of our time staring up at the cosmos and wondering what was out there. We were obsessed with the moon and whether we could one day visit it. The day we finally walked on it was celebrated worldwide as perhaps man's greatest achievement. But it was while we were there, gathering rocks from the moon's desolate landscape, that we looked up and caught a glimpse of just how incredible our own planet was. Its singular astonishing beauty. We called her Mother Earth. Because she gave birth to us, and then we sucked her dry.
Even big-bird gets sad sometimes