"More than in the original French, I felt I could taste Montaigne in Florio, whose text emanated notes of clove and saddle leather and woodsmoke." —Lisa Robertson
"I found David Lynch on a Kansas two lane."
"Remembering the Ancient Ways on the Rivers of Chu (3)
The wild wind ruffled my belt of orchids,
A sudden rain sprayed my magnolia oar.
The souls of Qu and Song have gone to darkness,
The desolated hills and rivers mourn.
Now shadowed clouds invade the evening scene,
The sea-line trees fade into the falling tide.
I’d pluck some winter herbs as offerings,
But no bright gods will take my sacrifice."
—Ma Dai via


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