Wednesday, April 09, 2008
on works (and people) in progress
Beware of allowing a tactless word, a rebuttal, a rejection to obliterate the whole sky. -- Anais Nin
Perhaps a little repose may restore my regard for a pen. -- Jane Austen, in a letter
You know that phrase “can’t see the forest for the trees”?
Well, I can’t even see the trees. I get stuck on leaf stems.
Forest? What forest?
I know I’ve written a few times in this blog about my dreadful nearsightedness. And not what makes me wear contacts, but my tendency to stare at things--ideas, circumstances--from too narrow a distance. Once I squint and my eyes adjust, I see nothing else. And I don’t notice that anything’s wrong… I just run into things.
Well, it’s happened again.

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