And the wind caught the edges of the cloth that covered my window. - TopicsExpress



          

And the wind caught the edges of the cloth that covered my window. There I kept vigil, alert to the small, easily becoming, through an open eye, monstrous and beautiful. Patti Smith, writing of her childhood in Woolgathering Woolgathering is radiant writing, dazzling thoughts. It is a small book, but so big I have to stop reading every few pages to catch my breath. And out there one would be drawn, like the moth and the firefly, into a distorted calm. The hall, strung with colored lights, fading...as one would venture into the high grass, lured by another call--such a pretty wailing, like a violin in bloom. youtu.be/s6fBJ9hcXo4
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 15:56:02 +0000

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