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“O where will you go when the blinding flash
Scatters the seed of a million suns?
And what will you do in the rain of ash?
I'll draw the blinds and pull down the sash,
And hide from the sight of so many noons.
But how will it be when the blinding flash
Disturbs your body's close-knit mesh
Bringing to light your lovely bones?
What will you wear in the rain of ash?
I will go bare without my flesh,
My vertebrae will click like stones.
Ah. But where will you dance when the blinding flash
Settles the city in a holy hush?
I will dance alone among the ruins.
Ah. And what will you say to the rain of ash?
I will be charming. My subtle speech
Will weave close turns and counter-turns-
No. What will you say to the rain of ash?
Nothing, after the blinding flash
- Terminal Colloquy”
― Villanelles
Scatters the seed of a million suns?
And what will you do in the rain of ash?
I'll draw the blinds and pull down the sash,
And hide from the sight of so many noons.
But how will it be when the blinding flash
Disturbs your body's close-knit mesh
Bringing to light your lovely bones?
What will you wear in the rain of ash?
I will go bare without my flesh,
My vertebrae will click like stones.
Ah. But where will you dance when the blinding flash
Settles the city in a holy hush?
I will dance alone among the ruins.
Ah. And what will you say to the rain of ash?
I will be charming. My subtle speech
Will weave close turns and counter-turns-
No. What will you say to the rain of ash?
Nothing, after the blinding flash
- Terminal Colloquy”
― Villanelles
“Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong
Hark! now I hear them,—Ding-dong, bell.”
― The Tempest
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong
Hark! now I hear them,—Ding-dong, bell.”
― The Tempest
“That, I think, is the power of ceremony: it marries the mundane to the sacred. The water turns to wine, the coffee to a prayer. The material and the spiritual mingle like grounds mingled with humus, transformed like steam rising from a mug into the morning mist.
What else can you offer the earth, which has everything? What else can you give but something of yourself? A homemade ceremony, a ceremony that makes a home.”
― Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants
What else can you offer the earth, which has everything? What else can you give but something of yourself? A homemade ceremony, a ceremony that makes a home.”
― Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants
“He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”
― The Road
― The Road
“Synchronize watches at oh six hundred' says the infantry captain, and each of his huddled lieutenants finds respite from fear in the act of bringing two tiny pointers into jeweled alignment while tons of heavy artillery go fluttering overhead: the prosaic, civilian-looking dial of the watch has restored, however briefly, an illusion of personal control. Good, it counsels, looking tidily up from the hairs and veins of each terribly vulnerable wrist; fine: so far, everything's happening right on time.”
― Revolutionary Road
― Revolutionary Road
Shane’s 2025 Year in Books
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