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[aaknopf]

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All Along the Mazinaw

Later the osprey falling ­ towards only what he sees

the messenger heron warning of our progress up Mud Lake

a paddle is stranger to what it heaves out of the way

Wherever you go within a silence is witnessed,

everything aware of alteration but you, creatures who veer, a torn leaf descending

In rapids rocks gaze up with the bright paint of previous canoes

But now only you, for an hour in the arms of the Mazinaw

those things we don’t know we love we love harder

[vernicosa]

Touches me greatly.

[philosophybitmaps]

[blackswaneuroparedux]

The desert could not be claimed or owned - it was a piece of cloth carried by winds, never held down by stones, and given a hundred shifting names.

- Michael Ondaatje

[crowleyssakesnow]

Truth disappears with history and gossip tells us in the end nothing of personal relationships.

— Running in the Family by Michael Ondaatje

[firstactproblems]

and we have love and the god outside

Michael Ondaatje - The Diverse Causes

[1001pagesofsummerreading]

Our heroes do not usually, after a certain age, teach or guide us anymore. They choose instead to protect the last territory where they find themselves. Adventurous thought is replaced with almost invisible needs. Those who once mocked the traditions they fought against with laughter now provide only the laughter, not the mockery.

p 269, Warlight

[quotes-for-reference]

She stands up in the garden where she has been working and looks into the distance.

The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje