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questioning what I know and don't know about bewilderment and expanse

"Twice a day, instead of walking, I take my dog for what I call a ramble, where each corner we turn feels like a turning, as well, of imagination."

how does Carl Phillips know that I spend my dog walking hours in contemplation of writing!!!

"which is not unlike the beast, Grendel / coming out of the wild heaven into the hills / and halls of the mead house at the harpist's call / with absolute prophecy in his breast / and a desire for mercy, for a friend, an end"

no matter how many times I read the opening poem to this collection, the tenderness with which Reeves asks us to consider Grendel is unmatched

I romanticize the experience of reading cormac mccarthy much more than I enjoy reading cormac mccarthy