What if I say I shall not wait? What if I say I shall not wait? What if I burst the fleshly gate And pass, escaped, to thee? Emily Dickinson, The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson waitingdeath
The Waiting Place A Poem by Dr. Seuss silverbirchpress.wordpress.com Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting. waitinganxietytimemelancholy
Poison sniffers An Article by Austin Kleon austinkleon.com Christopher Johnson says “prescriptivists” or “Cute Curmudgeons” — people who are interested in only policing usage and grammar rules — are “linguistic poison sniffers.” They turn language into “a source of potential embarrassment rather than pleasure.” Johnson sees his job as getting people to love and appreciate language by being curious about and paying attention to “what makes language delicious.” This reminded of Olivia Laing’s distinction between identifying poison and finding nourishment. Everywhere you look these days, there are lots of poison sniffers, but very few cooking a delicious meal… Finding nourishment vs. identifying poison writinglanguage