December 2009
42 posts
arch m, cremation procession +
Her father had taught her about hands. About a dog’s paws. Whenever her father was alone with a dog in a house he would lean over and smell the skin at the base of its paw. This, he would say, as if coming away from a brandy snifter, is the greatest smell in the world! A bouquet! Great rumors of travel! She would pretend disgust, but the dog’s paw was a wonder: the smell of it never...
‟…the researcher noticed that every evening two young chimpanzees had the habit of leaving their shelter of trees, only returning a few hours later. Intrigued by the regularity of this occurrence, the scientist decided to follow the two in secret to discover what they were doing during their absence. Trying not to lose sight of them in the dense forest, after a long walk she arrived at the place...
sourdine, graceful degradation : variations,...
If you sat down in the grass and began to shout: ‛Hills, hills, come, sheep-hills, and follow me to the sea,’ I, your father, would say, ‛Bravo, son, patience; it won’t succeed at first, but keep it up. And when the hills arise, come and tell me.’ —jean giono, blue boy
