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In this fateful hour.

On Sunday it rained, a cold, bone-chilling November rain. Everybody came in wet from church.
Madeleine L’Engle, The Young Unicorns

How could they sleep? All day on the radio there had been hurricane warnings. How could they leave her up in the attic in the rickety brass bed, knowing that the roof might be blown right off the house, and she tossed out into the wild night sky to land who knows where?

The wide wooden floorboards were cold against her feet. Wind blew in the crevices about the window frame, in spite of the protection the storm sash was supposed to offer. She could hear wind howling in the chimneys. From all the way downstairs, she could hear Fortinbras, the big black dog, starting to bark.
Madeleine L’Engle, A Wrinkle in Time

And title from Madeleine L’Engle, A Swiftly Tilting Planet.

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It’s thoroughly, thoroughly here, leaves and cider and all. Homecoming. Football.

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Uncreative writing.

We were talking about citation in class lately, and asking “how explicitly to cite? because so much gets in our minds and is there but you can’t tell.”

Creation is an act of citation; you cannot escape influence or quotation. Maybe that’s disappointing if you want ultimate creativity, to create something of nothing; but I’ve always loved that everything has millions of layers and thus nothing’s ever finished being understood. And if citation is ubiquitous, then criticism, theory, and analysis can maybe become more-creative acts too.

My trusty cell phone is here to explore staircases, creep into ceilings, and have late dinners of fennel and mushrooms and dark chocolate.

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