Expect a most agreeable letter, for not being overburdened with subject (having nothing at all to say), there shall be no
check to my genius from beginning to end.
--Jane Austen
how should another know your mind?
And there was a beautiful view
But nobody could see.
Cause everybody on the island
Was saying: Look at me! Look at me!
--Laurie Anderson
will he discern what quickens you?
Thursday, December 31, 2009 @ 9:50 PM
What happens to dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode? -Langston Hughes
I am definitely placing There Are No Children Here by Alex Kotlowitz on my reading list.