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.
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

Saturday, October 3, 2015

The October Game...

Hello October

The October Game (1948) - Ray Bradbury

He had never liked October
when winds release the annual 
sad season

those autumn leaves
so disconnected
and the trees
so empty

especially tonight
he could be just another autumn leaf
but then
he could also be
the tree

THE tree

at last
he could drag her
into the dark webby roots of hell
his hell

and then
walk into the dark light of 

and at least

secretly smile
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