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Walking to Schubert’s Great Symphony

The snow deepens fast but by little, another mystery you do not understand, like poetry, the poetry by the poet to whose house you would go. Snow crusts the headphones; the music still insists. You keep your footfall regular, even, … Continue reading

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Every single tongue on the table makes a part of talking, as if licking a cosmic brain to demarcate the contents of its different languages. Your accent is the Holy See, each utterance ex cathedra, buttressed by millennia and crude … Continue reading

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