When everything is confusing, disorienting, dizzying there is the comfort of perfect prose. I am reading Loot, a collection of short stories. My only complaint is that I wish it was Jump, superior only because I read and re-read it until the pages fell apart.
Perhaps, this is a season to find out why I love what I love, to be less escstatic, to find new things to love.
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GREAT article in Tehelka this week.
(Apologies for blog-stalking.)
Devika said...
March 16, 2009 at 5:00 AM
You are welcome, Devika.:) Stalk on.
The Chasing Iamb said...
March 17, 2009 at 10:59 AM
Read this at Tehelka. Loved it.
Anonymous said...
March 21, 2009 at 2:00 AM