"In all pre-industrial societies people have believed that living is a way of living a story. In this story one is always the protagonist and occasionally the teller, but the inventor of the story, the designer of the plot, is elsewhere. People who believe this, and who lead the story of their life in this way, are often natural storytellers.
Just as, if they happen to be shepherds who spend a great deal of time alone, championed only animals and the spirit of the landscape, they are often natural poets: poetry being that form of language which addresses itself to that which is beyond speaking."
Page 261, Sicilian Lives
John Berger, The Sense of Sight
".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
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