Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Springtime; partially healed; finally.

Kicked It In the Sun by Built to Spill.

"Shouting and singing and hullooing his satellites the gregarious sun comes ranting upon the collective stage. After so many billion repetitions you might expect him to be getting the least bit perfunctory: but not he; no sirree. Like a conscientious actor determined to give the public full value for money, he rampages through his performance as enthusiastically as the first time he put on the act."

From Sleep Has His House by Anna Kavan.

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