May 2013
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There was a window,” I say. I don’t quite know how to tell him what...
– Shane Bauer
Toward evening, as the light failed
and the pear tree at my window darkened,
I...
– Peter Everwine, “Rain” (via litverve)
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You say love is this, love is that:
Poplar tassels, willow tendrils
the wind...
– “Memory of April,” William Carlos Williams
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Ah, my last post needs some context.
I took piano lessons for about… ten years, I think. In the beginning, they were at a local piano dealer, and there was often a piano tuner working somewhere in the shop. The sound was just a part of the background at the time, but it seems like something special now; a distillation of order out of nothingness. An orchestra tuning has that special...
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