New York Book-of-the-Month Club, 1987, 1995. Inset in his white clown makeup, and in his cabbage skull, were his small and laughing human eyes. The Leg in the Christmas Stocking: What We Learned from Jokes, The New York Times Book Review, Dec. We have so mastered the transition we have forgotten we ever learned it. I hold its hand and hope it will get better.
It is everlastingly funny that the proud, metaphysically ambitious, clamoring mind will hush if you give it an egg. What I saw, what I seemed to be standing in, was all the wrecked light that the memories of the dead could shed upon the living world. It does not appear to eat the sun; it is far behind the sun. This is all I have to tell you. Her 1974 work won the 1975.
Each day is the same, so you remember the series afterward as a blurred and powerful pattern. That sentence as aptly describes the physical experience of dreaming as it does the omnivorous nature of sexual fantasy. How I Wrote the Moth Essay--and Why, Thomas Cooley, The Norton Reader, New York, 1986, p. Between the hills, far below, 13 was the highway which threaded south into the valley. He looked at the pond, but he was thinking about Concord—how the people there lived, and how it might be possible to live another way. We climbed and rested, sweating in the cold; we passed clumps of bundled people on the hillside who were setting up telescopes and fiddling with cameras. Pilgrim was assembled from a heap of index cards.
But the intelligence-committee hearings will be conducted behind closed doors, giving Cohen the opportunity to have a freer exchange with the members. It is good lives that are hard to come by. There is only a little violence here and there in the language, at the corner where eternity clips time. A piece of the sun was missing; in its place we saw empty sky. We waited as highway crews bulldozed a passage through the avalanche.
A Writers Landscapes, in Japanese magazine Impressions also in Wesleyan. She watches the water, but waits for the flame. It was the monstrous swift shadow cone of the moon. Two of them seemed asleep. Sojourning for many a season, she distills her experience down to a symbolic single year.
Reprinted in Scott Walker, ed. It was an abrupt black body out of nowhere; it was a flat disk; it was almost over the sun. It was like slipping into fever, or falling down that hole in sleep from which you wake yourself whimpering. It was feeble and worthless. It looked like a Life Saver. People on all the hillsides, including, I think, myself, screamed when the black body of the moon detached from the sky and rolled over the sun.
Further: While the mind reels in deep space, while the mind grieves or fears or exults, the workaday senses, in ignorance or idiocy, like so many computer terminals printing out market prices while the world blows up, still transcribe their little data and transmit them to the warehouse in the skull. The Abundance only serves to underscore the dearth. The virgin Julie, consecrated by the touch of God, will nonetheless undoubtedly go back into the world, Dillard thinks. Without pause or preamble, silent as orbits, a piece of the sun went away. I saw on his skull the darkness of night mixed with the colors of day. We found our car; we saw the other people streaming down the hillsides; we joined the highway traffic and drove away.
Notebook, Antaeus: Journals, Notebooks and Diaries No. During those years I have forgotten, I assume, a great many things I wanted to remember—but I have not forgotten that clown painting or its lunatic setting in the old hotel. Her field notes on the physical world are recorded as researches toward the fundamental metaphysical conundra: Why is there something rather than nothing, and what on Earth are we doing here? And yet their cells divide; they live. For the Time Being, her last work of nonfiction, the book of seven parts and 10 rubrics, represents, among other things, a long meditation over her decades of reading in the literature of spirit. We drove over the mountain like old pros. Etruscans Losing Their Edge, The American Scholar, Spring, 2004.