“What must be sketched must be written.” Stanley Cavell
I scribble these thoughts
on a cold February night
to redeem the time.
Life is paradox.
The future only makes sense
in terms of the past.
The impermanence
of things reveals who I am:
self, also no-self.
”The unceasing im-
manence of death”: crucial
but unbearable words.
Words impersonal
but not untrue. Syllables
measured to make peace.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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