Tuesday, September 17
Monday, September 9
Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Saturday, September 7
we must begin to walk on air against our better judgement.
- where the language fails -
if the storyteller has been true to the story, the silence speaks.
Using detail in fiction is a way of stepping on time's receding tail.
a person as utterly stereotypical as irreplaceable, irrepeatable and different.
Self-consciousness is deadly.
- where the language fails -
if the storyteller has been true to the story, the silence speaks.
Using detail in fiction is a way of stepping on time's receding tail.
a person as utterly stereotypical as irreplaceable, irrepeatable and different.
Self-consciousness is deadly.
