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“Falling Into Art” (an excerpt)

“We are most nearly ourselves when we achieve the seriousness of the child at play.” —Heraclitus Central to our ideas about spiritual and literary authenticity, I think, is our old friend struggle. Whatever is “serious” must be difficult. The poet Mary … Continue reading

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the children of Heraclitus

you can never go back— a finer comb now teases out the kinks and words you’ve never heard before will carry you you’ll catch glimpses of movement that cannot be named as a hand cannot feel the contours of an … Continue reading

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