Jane Mead Quote
The Originof what happened is not in language—of this much I am certain.Six degrees south, six east—and you have it: the birdwith the blue feathers, the brown bird—same white breasts, same scalyankles. The waves between us—house light and transform motioninto the harboring of sounds in language.Where there is newsprintthe fact of desire is turned from again—and again. Just the sensethat what remains might well be held up—later, as an ending.Twice I have walked through this life—once for nothing, oncefor facts: fairy-shrimp in the vernal pool—glassy-winged sharp-shooteron the failing vines. Count me—among the animals, their smallcommitted calls.—Count me among
Jane Mead
The Originof what happened is not in language—of this much I am certain.Six degrees south, six east—and you have it: the birdwith the blue feathers, the brown bird—same white breasts, same scalyankles. The waves between us—house light and transform motioninto the harboring of sounds in language.Where there is newsprintthe fact of desire is turned from again—and again. Just the sensethat what remains might well be held up—later, as an ending.Twice I have walked through this life—once for nothing, oncefor facts: fairy-shrimp in the vernal pool—glassy-winged sharp-shooteron the failing vines. Count me—among the animals, their smallcommitted calls.—Count me among