These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination... Rabindranath Tagore

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past...F. Scott Fitzgerald - The Great Gatsby

We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.
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On the way to the river are the old dormitories, used for something else now, with their fairy-tale turrets, painted white and gold and blue. When we think of the past it's the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that.
--from Margaret Atwood - The Handmaid's Tale

Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another's skin, another's voice, another's soul.
- Joyce Carol Oates

Monday, October 1, 2012

Birnam Wood



FICTION - BIRNAM WOOD BY T. CORAGHESSAN BOYLE
in The New Yorker - September 3, 2012
(Notes/quotes in my Webnotes - begin from the bottom up!)


Existing in a chicken coop lifestyle
Plagued by 
Grim
Cold
Rain

 Luxuriating at
Birnam Wood
A Tudor house in a
Lakeside setting

 There was really no question of preferred choice
If opportunity 
Begged

 But the glitter of luxury
Secreted 
A sticky substance
A kind of Macbeth consequence
Specially formulated for those who could lay no rightful claim of ownership to
Anything

 Or
Anyone
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