Thursday, December 18, 2008

What is Writing like?

filling a pail

drinking from a river

good, hard, run

a hike, through the woods, barefoot

ploughing a field

shoveling coal into the furnace of a train

emptying yourself, pulling the stuffing out of yourself, the way your sister used to tear the fluff out of your stuffed animals.  

an old Yankee farmer, ploughing his field, and pulling out the rocks.  He puts the rocks into a wheelbarrow, and takes them to the edge of the field.  There, one by one, he piles the rocks on top of each other, fitting each into the other, perfectly, like the pieces of a puzzle, and he builds a stone wall.  The rocks are words, or sentences.  

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