"There are kinds of shame that are like arrows pointing to something tangled and subterranean," says Leslie Jamison in this conversation we had at Tin House.
"Because we have mountains, we are alive."
Han Lei, Yellow Mountain 2, 2002 (via charlmalan)
In one of her lectures, Mary Ruefle suggests that as a sign of respect we should take a word out of circulation when a writer dies. I suggest two: magical realism.