Language in the Ether
Prologue “It is language that shoots up like fire – wrought from a vision of where we must go and from a grip on where we are now” — Antjie […]
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Still Life
To live slow enough to hear the sun, watch its symbols slide across your bedroom on a lazy afternoon spent seeing shadows rise and fall over sheets, no music this, […]
On Words
So immersed in language did you become that eventually every word, every utterance became something entirely divine. And then you couldn’t speak at all for fear that you might sully […]