The Well & other poems
some kids showed how brave they were,
letting Chulin lick the dirt off their hands and faces.
Chulin loved kids but had an instinct for anybody
with bad intentions. He didn’t hesitate to chase a person
who smelled like a thief. Beggars he could put up with.
I often stayed with Gypsies. It was their tradition
never to turn away a stranger, esp. one with a dog they
valued more than his mule.
By Paul Polansky.
#currentlyreading
Joe Banks’ Rorschach Audio: Art & Illusion for Sound. From the publisher’s website: Rorschach Audio is a work of contemporary cultural scholarship and an exploration of the art and science of psychoacoustic ambiguities. Part detective story, part artistic and cultural critique, Rorschach Audio lifts the lid on an array of fascinating and under-examined perceptual and […]
Drawing a blank
In the Guardian, Andrew Gallix writes on the impossibility of reading: In theory, the novel could thus be anything, everything, the novelist wanted it to be. The problem, as Kierkegaard observed, is that “more and more becomes possible” when “nothing becomes actual”. Literature was a blank canvas that increasingly dreamed of remaining blank. “The most […]