April 2011
8 posts
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shadow dots dancing across drawn curtains, buzzing bees at the window
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unfolding thousands splotch the hillsides and hollows pale green and lilac
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the cat like a stone lion on the river’s edge but there is no bridge
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For a man who no longer has a homeland, writing becomes a place to live.
- Theodor Adorno
Why do you write?
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“TV news was once an ephemeral stream of stuff that was never meant to be...”
– Kevin Kelly
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“Most journalists no longer have the time, the training, nor the motivation or...”
– Frédéric Filloux