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“Better by far to live in the truth and know it, however bad it may be, than hide yourself away behind ignorance and habit.”
― Resistance
― Resistance
“There are narrow windows for certain beginnings. Multiple strands of personal histories, psychologies, emotions that intersect once only, and then never again.”
― I Saw A Man
― I Saw A Man
“Yesterday, upon the stair, I saw a man who wasn’t there. He wasn’t there again today, I wish, I wish he’d go away —from a version of “Antigonish” by William Hughes Mearns”
― I Saw a Man: A Novel
― I Saw a Man: A Novel
“And that's why he's come back again,
to tip these ashes onto the tongue of the wind
and watch them spindrift into the night.
Not just to make the circle complete,
to heal or mend
but because he knows these walls,
sunk however low,
still hold him in as well as out:
protect as much as they defend.
-The Hill Fort”
― Skirrid Hill
to tip these ashes onto the tongue of the wind
and watch them spindrift into the night.
Not just to make the circle complete,
to heal or mend
but because he knows these walls,
sunk however low,
still hold him in as well as out:
protect as much as they defend.
-The Hill Fort”
― Skirrid Hill
“None of their choices had been malign. And yet combined, they’d created darkness more than light.”
― I Saw a Man
― I Saw a Man
“A night-long easterly and a chestnut tree
side-swiping the power lines
has stilled the house to this:
wells of darkness in the hallway,
doors opening onto mine shafts of night
and us,
sitting by firelight,
tipping heels of whisky
against the flames and the dust.
An evening of unfamiliar obstacles,
rooms shrunken to the candle's halo,
the world lessened.
You speak from the shore of the other chair,
saying all you really want is to live
long enough to be good at the oboe
and remembering a fly I saw that morning,
vibrating across a window like a tatooist's needle
towards the slip of space that was air not glass,
I think I understand.
That it is after all the small victories that matter,
that are in the end, enough.”
― Skirrid Hill
side-swiping the power lines
has stilled the house to this:
wells of darkness in the hallway,
doors opening onto mine shafts of night
and us,
sitting by firelight,
tipping heels of whisky
against the flames and the dust.
An evening of unfamiliar obstacles,
rooms shrunken to the candle's halo,
the world lessened.
You speak from the shore of the other chair,
saying all you really want is to live
long enough to be good at the oboe
and remembering a fly I saw that morning,
vibrating across a window like a tatooist's needle
towards the slip of space that was air not glass,
I think I understand.
That it is after all the small victories that matter,
that are in the end, enough.”
― Skirrid Hill
“At that time Michael said he couldn't know, not having had any himself, but that he certainly agreed with the French when they said you become an adult only when you lose your parents.”
― I Saw a Man
― I Saw a Man
“Life, she felt, was an instrument, and the trick was to find the tune you could play on it.”
― I Saw A Man
― I Saw A Man
“Just like the farmers who once came to scoop
handfuls of soil from her holy scar,
so I am still drawn to her back for the answers
to every question I have never known.”
― Skirrid Hill
handfuls of soil from her holy scar,
so I am still drawn to her back for the answers
to every question I have never known.”
― Skirrid Hill
