February 2010
5 posts
If you stare at it long enough the mountain becomes unclimbable. Tally it up. How much time have you spent waiting for the soup to cool? Icicles hang from January gutters only as long as they can. Fingers pause above piano keys for the chord that will not form. Slam them down I say. Make music of what you can.
-Charles Rafferty, from “Against Hesitation”
January 2010
5 posts
