‘It was how Europeans had always seen American nature – as shockingly bigger, more colourful, more deadly, more exotic, than anything they’d seen at home.’
There was a cardinal in the dogwood tree, just six feet away from where I was sitting in my rocker. The bird was blinded to me by the mosquito-mesh wall of the veranda. I didn’t move a muscle. Against the flurry of white petals, the cardinal’s crimson feathers were like a holy wounding, a splash…
Nothing to see here!
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know? What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?
There was a cardinal in the dogwood tree, just six feet away from where I...
‘At first sight the ship was bigger than the dock in which it floated, a whale sprawled in a hip-bath‘.
‘What the bottom line always comes to is the old two a.m. cry: We can’t go on living like this.’
‘‘A Literature for Politics' is dedicated to a different set of possibilities - the possibilities of political engagement.’
