where did everyone go?
i really need to burn all my other books so that i can focus on just one. just one novel. a large novel. something written by tolstoy perhaps. something just like stendhal or dostoevski. which will take my mind off words.
i havent really read anything in a month. not a novel since christmas. a few poems for easter. a scattering of sonnets. when the first blossoms fell in the wind it was sherwood anderson. When they blew away in the wind it was A Moveable Feast. Each of us deserves another chance at flight. the blossoms fell and i read, they blew away and i read. i am for another chance.
but i dont understand.
rain leaves salt stains on the roads.
untouched atmosphere.
unrequited sky.
i havent really read anything in a month. not a novel since christmas. a few poems for easter. a scattering of sonnets. when the first blossoms fell in the wind it was sherwood anderson. When they blew away in the wind it was A Moveable Feast. Each of us deserves another chance at flight. the blossoms fell and i read, they blew away and i read. i am for another chance.
but i dont understand.
rain leaves salt stains on the roads.
untouched atmosphere.
unrequited sky.