2010-09-02 - 7:26 p.m.
a common language
this book has a velvety smell, like silver fir and lavender soap and a cabinet full of very old teabags. a few pages are dog-eared, and three phrases are underlined in pencil.
rockshelves that underlie all that life
a whole new poetry beginning here
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reading: season of migration to the north, tayeb salih.
listening to: the soviet league, row.
working on: the past, the present and the future.
in the garden: the society garlic is in bloom.