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First we feel. Then we fall. —James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
The long letting go could be the essence of parenthood and from here was impossible to conceive.
Seamus Heaney once said that a writer’s duty was to turn up at the desk.
Self-consciousness was the death of a notebook.
From democracies to dictatorships, calm above all.
he was pursued by an idea of a greater freedom elsewhere, some emancipated life just beyond reach, one that would be denied him if he made unbreakable commitments.
He was waiting for existence to part like a curtain, for a hand to extend and help him step through into a paradise regained.
How easy it was to drift through an unchosen life, in a succession of reactions to events.
And so the dead might cease to grieve And we might make amends And there might be a pact between Dead friends and living friends.
We are all one with history now, subject to its whims.
