"She took pains to keep outside the world's acceleration ... In the past few years she had let go of her ties to people she did not like, to ironing, to dining out in town, and to buying things not necessary and that themselves needed care. She ignored whatever did not interest her. With those blows she opened her days like a pinata. A hundred freedoms fell on her. She hitched free years to her lifespan like a kite tail. Everyone envied her the time she had, not noticing that they had equal time." Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
In many ways, this is exactly me --- kbj
She said, "I have a fondness for Prussian blue, but no one was listening --" kbj
Even the girl whom I had thought to be slow knew what to do--
when the baby chicks hatched
so did her life. kbj
This is when I like to write, brain fresh from someone else's novel.
My mind grinding out thoughts, words and rhythmns, a pattern like a song.
Perhaps gibberish, maybe genius
Or not that, never that--
But the hum grows clearer, the need stronger, pressing out the other voice
That sings of fail. kbj
~ Here, it has happened again.
It seems unreal, too spoiled to dare call it suffering.
But the sorrow is still strong.
Better them than us --
God knew --
Heard it --
Wrought upon ourselves --
Too gleeful, too smug, too secure.
The role is yours for all time. kbj
"It was all coming home to Rooney here, Ada thought, where one powerful effort was ending, and another was beginning." Annie Dillard, The Living