Update from the trenches of the workweek
Tuesday: My patient, LB, is 103 years old. She has Einsteinian hair and Beethovian hearing. She is not merely frail: she is a wisp, she is a quiet exhalation of a body. Her eyes are huge in her thin face. She’s shockingly lucid and cogent- until she isn’t. She becomes incensed and wants to know where her dinner guests are. She cannot believe how rude it is of them: you invite people...
What can be explained is not poetry.– W.B. Yeats (via bodasdesangre) THEREFORE What cannot be explained is poetry. Poetry can be explained as that which cannot be explained. Poetry can be explained, so poetry is not poetry. WORDPLAY (via tristn) Now hold the goddamn phone just a minute. I’ve been mulling over this very...