{The mind- the culture- has two little tools, grammar and lexicon: a decorated sand bucket and a matching shovel}
"Such a cultivated mind doesn't really attract me...
No,no, the mind I love must still have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two (real snakes), a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of--and paths threaded with those little flowers planted by the mind."
~Katherine Mansfield (1920) Journal of Katherine Mansfield (1927)
[pg445 #11]:)
Not CHAOS!, not the DARKEST pit of lowest Erebus!,
nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out
by help of dreams --can breed such fear and awe
as fall upon us often when we look into our Minds,
into the Mind of Man.
William Wordsworth
--or--
I was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering.
~Steven Wright |
