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Rember the Good Times

Rember the Good Times... thoughts on the book MFA in a Box #BookReview

I arrived at my house this evening completely and entirely exhausted. Today sucked the energy from my body through a series of small, unpleasant, and stress-filled tasks. That happens sometimes. I didn’t even think I had the energy to write this post, but some dinner and decompression revived me somewhat. That said, consider this my disclaimer against any rational thought with respect to the…

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[janetlly]

'You can't keep doing this, you know' he says. 'You can't just bring me back here any time you want to.' 'Sure I can,' I say, and I close his toolbox and turn toward the door and step out into the sun.

Traplines by John Rember

[janetlly]

I do have some understanding of the people who make bombs, not because there is any connection between the shattering mirrors and escaping one's fate, but because it is so tempting to think that there is. That moment of destruction when the bomb goes off and somehow we are still intact, alive, and part of the future--that's a moment of pure being, and moment when the self glows with its own light, when it isn't reflecting anything.

Traplines by John Rember

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John Rember, Traplines

[janetlly]

That person would have been much more difficult to escape, and when I think of all the other adolescents who have constructed people of their own, so much better than the one I made, I don't think that there are many people in this world who escape their creations.

Traplines by John Rember

[janetlly]

And while I know there are people in the world who have gotten comfortable with evil, most of us have to settle for becoming comfortable with confession.

Traplines by John Rember

[janetlly]

The thing that lived there smiled and easy smile back. I smiled again. Its smile grew broader. It was real. and it had achieved an existence independent from me, and in some ways a better existence. It didn't have to pay rent or pump gas or scrub toilets for a living. It lived quite happily in the mirror, having learned some great trick of self-sustenance.

Traplines by John Rember

[janetlly]

I've lived long enough to know that you can not only sit on the threshold to the past, you can stand up and walk into it, sun yourself in its distant light, make a pallet on the floor of its empty, evanescent houses, and sleep there through its warm nights.

Traplines by John Rember