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Marvin’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Marvin’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
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“I spent the day walking about the tortured streets of Berlin – a torture pacified by the milk white of snowdrifts that covered all her splintered bones and shattered walls”
― Beautiful skin
― Beautiful skin
“But unless things are seen with fresh eyes,” he added, “nothing’s worth writing down.”
― The Heart of Haiku
― The Heart of Haiku
“A poem, he said, only exists while it’s on the writing desk; by the time its ink has dried, it should be recognized as just a scrap of paper.”
― The Heart of Haiku
― The Heart of Haiku
“Eliot’s theory of the objective correlative: that the description of particular objects will evoke in us corresponding emotions.”
― The Heart of Haiku
― The Heart of Haiku
“Now it was dark as coal. The forest rang with sounds. Hoot owls called back and forth. There was a quick cry from some sort of creature. Merck heard rustling, but he knew the rustling wasn’t human. He could have sworn he heard a catamount screech. It was far away and up high. Once, and only once, a coyote yipped, then sang its shrill tune for half a minute. None of his kith and kin joined in. Merck watched, his eyes perfectly adjusted to the night. He could see the horse wandering around by Thad’s grave. There was a thin trickle nearby and the horse discovered it. Faintly, Merck could hear it drink.”
― Under the Stones
― Under the Stones
