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The line in front of the Musée d’Orsay was long, but fast-moving. The Senegalese guard at the door paddled people through, whistling “Don’t Worry, Be Happy.” Prune grinned as he waved her through, and he grinned back. 1,230 more words
Hopping, running, pausing, looking around and resuming their race in the snowy forest, the deer are enjoying the arrival of the new season. The rust coloured leaves have turned white, the grass has changed its texture, and the rocks left their grey attires for shiny bright ones. 258 more words
David Foster Wallace once said in an interview:
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Look, man, we’d probably most of us agree that these are dark times, and stupid ones, but do we need fiction that does nothing but dramatize how dark and stupid everything is?
In Robert Duncan’s interview with Ekbert Faas (Towards a New American Poetics, Black Sparrow Press 1978) the poet asserts “there are no trivial events for me. 651 more words