This book.. “And now, after living beside you all these years, and watching your wheel of a mind bring forth an art of pure wildness-as I labor grimly on these sentences, wondering all the while if prose is but the gravestone marking the forsaking of wilderness (fidelity to sense-making, to assertion, to argument, however loose)- I’m no longer sure which of us is more at home in the world, which of us more free.
— Aug 17, 2021 06:41PM
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