Into the desert with my yellow-lined bag
"In the jars dark liquids. Dried viscera. Liver, gall, kidneys. The inward parts of the beast who dreams of man and has so dreamt in running dreams a hundred thousand years or more. Dreams of that malignant lesser god come pale and naked and alien to slaughter all his clan and kin and rout them from their house. A god insatiable whom no ceding could appease nor any measure of blood.
The jars stood webbed in dust and the light among them made of the little room with its chemic glass a strange basilica dedicated to a practice as soon to be extinct among the trades of men as the beast to whom it owed its being."
I've begun reading The Crossing by Cormac McCarthy, and I have to say Damn! I reckon that's some good writin'.
I fact the writing is just so beautiful, I don't know if it would even matter what the story was about, but the story so far is also mesmerizing. I'm embarrassed to admit I chose this novel because the back cover suggested it had to do with a wolf, and being the animal lover that I am, well you know how it goes. After I bought the book I read reviews (again this makes little sense) and was a little concerned about reviewers' complaints of a certain lack of punctuation. They're correct--no punctuation except for periods and question marks! But you know, it seems to make sense. It adds a kind of immediacy and lends itself to the characters' voices.
Out of context, the above quotation might be difficult to place; at this point a father and his two sons are searching an old barn for wolf traps. It is early 20th century near the border to Mexico.
In other news, I've made a bag out of some wool and a printed cotton given to me by Chris's grandmother. I never get tired of brown and yellow! To me, yellow is such a happy colour, but at the same time no too in-yo-face, you know? Great for any occasion.
Anyway, the bag is pretty simple but I'm happy with it because I managed to get the bottom and sides in there, and it feels nice to use. I've made so many that were eventually deemed "practice bags" because they either fell apart or didn't hang right when I put them on my shoulder.
The jars stood webbed in dust and the light among them made of the little room with its chemic glass a strange basilica dedicated to a practice as soon to be extinct among the trades of men as the beast to whom it owed its being."
I've begun reading The Crossing by Cormac McCarthy, and I have to say Damn! I reckon that's some good writin'.
I fact the writing is just so beautiful, I don't know if it would even matter what the story was about, but the story so far is also mesmerizing. I'm embarrassed to admit I chose this novel because the back cover suggested it had to do with a wolf, and being the animal lover that I am, well you know how it goes. After I bought the book I read reviews (again this makes little sense) and was a little concerned about reviewers' complaints of a certain lack of punctuation. They're correct--no punctuation except for periods and question marks! But you know, it seems to make sense. It adds a kind of immediacy and lends itself to the characters' voices.
Out of context, the above quotation might be difficult to place; at this point a father and his two sons are searching an old barn for wolf traps. It is early 20th century near the border to Mexico.
In other news, I've made a bag out of some wool and a printed cotton given to me by Chris's grandmother. I never get tired of brown and yellow! To me, yellow is such a happy colour, but at the same time no too in-yo-face, you know? Great for any occasion.
Anyway, the bag is pretty simple but I'm happy with it because I managed to get the bottom and sides in there, and it feels nice to use. I've made so many that were eventually deemed "practice bags" because they either fell apart or didn't hang right when I put them on my shoulder.
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