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

Wednesday, June 17, 2020

'World Without End'...


World Without End (2007) - Ken Follett


medieval Kingsbridge
1327-1361

thirty years
of cathedral and priory mayhem
thirty years
of  peasant and noble frictions
of building and tearing down

of dreams and nightmares

and
in between
there was the lurking shadow
of the relentless plague

but
there were waves of characters
buoying life along
some weak but dangerous
like Ralph and Philemon
some strong
very strong
like Merthin and Caris

and eventually
the final joy
of a life-size
stone angel
seems a fitting symbol of
being at the top

of a world
without end


P.S. On Saturday 11th April, 2020, I first posted about this book HERE

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