“When I was a boy I thought a life just happened, or was there to find. Wars were aberrations. Poems were another generation’s. I didn’t realize you made it up, you made them up, And that the self was not an object but an act, A sequence of decisions bound together by a noun But with the feel of fact.”
— John Koethe, from “Collected Poems,” in Sally’s Hair (via a-pair-of-ragged-claws)













