Moro. Jos kaikki laulut kertovat rakkaudesta, eivätkö runoni saa kertoa kuolemasta?
"Sylje totuus tai syljet hampaasikin, pirulainen!"
― Tex Willer
"Why do writers write? Because it isn't there."- Thomas Berger
"Over all the mountain tops is peace. In all treetops you perceive scarcely a breath. The little birds in the forest are silent. Wait then; soon, you too, will have peace."- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“Each thing I do, I rush through so I can do something else..."- Stephen Dobyns
A narrative is a report of connected events, real or imaginary, presented in a sequence of written or spoken words, or still or moving images, or both. The word derives from the Latin verb narrare, "to tell", which is derived from the adjective gnarus, "knowing" or "skilled".
__________Hellmouth - prologue
We reckoned within our prideful heads that the river would never rise, and this path would never see a foreign pair of boots. Never.
So when I came back the next day and saw that a fucker, the first one to my right, nailed to a tree, as he would be for the few sunny days still, "a badly flea-bitten sack of shit", soakin' n' lolling lazy-like up to its haunches in the water.
So... I thought...spat...
Kneeled down, smelled the air. Nothing there but the pines.
The same as always. A bit higher. The stream. Dragged my cup in the water until I got rid of the coffee stains on it.
Had my fill. Tasted different.
But still the same...
"Why study what others have written? I yearn to be with them, throw my indivisible arms and hug them.