Matthew Henry John Bartlett

homage to Clive James, critic [via fundypost]

(What would I tell you about if I made the time? Maybe about that perhaps-window on what-is-god, maybe the weather washing over the house like we were at the bottom of the sea last night, or the books I’ve read recently and the way they make me feel about being here, or that Inuit word that KSR says means “unusually intense pleasure in being alive”, or having the friends back in town, or a list of reasons to care about a species (maybe a very small bird) we’ve never heard about going extinct (little (genetic, instinctive) library on a locale, red light (we best slow down), precious to god), or good work done now, though apparently defeated, being the seed of the future.)