‘Can there exist, in principle, a proper beginning to any story at all? Isn’t there always, without exception, a latent beginning-before-the-beginning?’
Amos Oz
Sunday, 8 January 2012
Even
Even a minor cut (slicing iceberg lettuce last night, hacked my thumb instead, blood on salad, had to throw some leaves away - my friends are not cannibals, after all) makes me think of how fragile we are, physically. We are just so easily harmed.
2 comments:
Shades of Sylvia Plath -
What a thrill --
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quite gone
Except for a sort of hinge
Of skin,
A flap like a hat,
Dead white.
Then that red plush.
Sylvia really sums it up! Makes me nauseous reading, 'flap like a hat'. Wonderful.
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