Like being surrounded by menacing picture postcards standing on end an
overwhelmingness of stone a thunder in the vision —ghosts of Incas so absent here and I so aware of them their absence a negative-plus —and next morning the neighbouring mountain Birney once climbed completely mist-obscured and perhaps he is still climbing from his Toronto hospital room and if I yell “Hi Earle” I’ll hear his Andean bellow “Come on up Al” —only one thing to do in a place like thunder and lightning stand and rejoice that you’re alive in the mountains
...[+++] for as long as may be and to have all these things fizz in your head like cheap booze is using up all your quota of inexhaustible delight —that life should bring such gifts and wrap them in clouds and stars Reprinted with permission of the publisher and Eurithe Purdy from To Paris Never Again, Habour Publishing, 1997Like being surrounded by menacing picture postcards standing on end an
overwhelmingness of stone a thunder in the vision —ghosts of Incas so absent here and I so aware of them their absence a negative-plus —and next morning the neighbouring mountain Birney once climbed completely mist-obscured and perhaps he is still climbing from his Toronto hospital room and if I yell “Hi Earle” I’ll hear his Andean bellow “Come on up Al” —only one thing to do in a place like thunder and lightning stand and rejoice that you’re alive in the mountains
...[+++] for as long as may be and to have all these things fizz in your head like cheap booze is using up all your quota of inexhaustible delight —that life should bring such gifts and wrap them in clouds and stars Tiré de To Paris Never Again, Habour Publishing, 1997, et reproduit avec la permission de l’éditeur et d’Eurithe Purdy.
