The fall of man is felt in the heart long before the cold winds come.
How much of a man must you read before you know that he is a gifted, a talented, writer? Is it the one sentence that he speaks out of turn, or the fifty fifth chapter of his magnum opus, 3,000 pages in. It's not prolifigy, though that speaks to the heart and soul and causes you to know, deep in your soul that you stand before, in front of, behind one who knows expression.
When does talent really begin to show itself? Will you recite back to me the time when she was six and she read every street sign aloud, but to herself, a chanting of locations passing that taught her both a sense of direction and love for the written word. Or perhaps the time in fourth grade that he go caught red handed with a stack of borrowed library books on the play ground and instead of standing up for himself, he wrote the librarian a treatise on the imperative of free literature. She learned how to count at 14. He got his mother's sister's cousin's nose and died early of Parkinson's.
Words, they say, last forever.
some days I remember the lies you told me and i laugh at both of us at me, for wanting so badly to believe you at you, for having t...
A lot of scientific epistemology or historiography focus on the methodology of discovery, the paradigm shifts of humans and the viability an...
outlining, on the ground in blood chalk the structure of that thing that you need or feel that you need in order to feel full.
Sadly, I could not comment on this article via the NYT website because I read it too late. Thank goodness for blogs though! Reading throu...