Surface. Signal. Structure.
There are objects in childhood that seem accidental while we are living among them. They belong to the background of the house, part of the machinery of daily life, and we assume they exist only to serve whatever practical purpose adults once assigned to them. Only later does it become clear that such objects were… Continue reading The Republic of the Furnace
"It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those that have lost it." Somerset Vaughan, Of Human Bondage I THERE WAS A RED-BRICK HOUSE in Riverdale the neighbourhood kids relished visiting because there were greater freedoms to be found there than in any other household on either side of the railroad tracks… Continue reading The Crystal Furnace
The New Poetics 