Ned Hayes's Blog, page 26
November 26, 2015
Imagine... a Star Trek Thanksgiving
November 22, 2015
November 20, 2015
Book worth reading...
I’ve posted recently about Matt Ruff’s 2012 book THE MIRAGE
November 18, 2015
November 14, 2015
November 12, 2015
Great word…. Werifesteria… to wander through the...
November 11, 2015
Book Quote - Medieval Novel
BOOK QUOTE:
“Stars steam away as a pale sun rises, hot coal dropped in a watery sky. Light seeps across the forest as the reedy shrieks of wood fowl echo in the trees. The path from our village to the
King’s Highway is no road at all. To the east, that faint track leads up through the forest until it reaches, finally, the open country and paths that lead to other places. Hob is taking us
beyond the bounds of the known world.”
— from the novel SINFUL FOLK
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November 7, 2015
“Cold tears as salty as ocean spray wet my face. I remember the...
“Cold tears as salty as ocean spray wet my face. I remember the day before she died, my mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea—the thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the rhythm never ceasing. And she taught me something: strange and secret words in a foreign tongue, a lilting singsong cadence to it.”
November 5, 2015
"It seemed to her as though she were acting in a theater with actors cleverer than she, and that her..."
- Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via theclassicsreader)
Poem -- Things to Do in the Belly of the Whale
by Dan Albergotti
Measure the walls. Count the ribs. Notch the long days.
Look up for blue sky through the spout. Make small fires
with the broken hulls of fishing boats. Practice smoke signals.
Call old friends, and listen for echoes of distant voices.
Organize your calendar. Dream of the beach. Look each way
for the dim glow of light. Work on your reports. Review
each of your life’s ten million choices.Endure moments
of self-loathing. Find the evidence of those before you.
Destroy it. Try to be very quiet, and listen for the sound
of gears and moving water. Listen for the sound of your heart.
Be thankful that you are here, swallowed with all hope,
where you can rest and wait. Be nostalgic. Think of all
the things you did and could have done. Remember
treading water in the center of the still night sea, your toes
pointing again and again down, down into the black depths.
“Things to Do in the Belly of the Whale” by Dan Albergotti
((from The Boatloads. © BOA Editions, Ltd., 2008 ))
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