Some languages are so constructed — English among them — that we each only really speak one sentence in our lifetime. That sentence begins with your first words, toddling around the kitchen, and ends with your last words right before you step into the limousine, or in a nursing home, the night-duty attendant vaguely on hand. Or, if you are blessed, they are heard by someone who knows you and loves you and will be sorry to hear the sentence end. — Mary Ruefle, Madness, Rack, and Honey Read more →
EppsNet Archive: Mary Ruefle
Song of Speaks-Fluently
To have to carry your own corn far– who likes it? To follow the black bear through the thicket– who likes it? To hunt without profit, to return weary without anything– who likes it? You have to carry your own corn far. You have to follow the black bear through the thicket. You have to hunt to no profit. If not, what will you tell the little ones? What will you speak of? For it is bad not to use the talk which God has sent us. I am Speaks-Fluently. Of all the groups of symbols, I am a symbol by myself. — Mary Ruefle, “Song of Speaks-Fluently” Read more →