“It is as though the poem, through its exuberance, awakened new depths in us. […] And this is also true of a simple experience of reading. The image offered us by reading the poem now becomes really our own. It takes root in us. It has been given us by another, but we begin to have the impression that we could have created it…[the image] becomes a new being…by making us what it expresses. […] Here expression creates being” (Bachelard).
Friday, July 31, 2009
Cousins
I think they are officially first-cousins-once removed (I'll have to check with my British Grandma to be certain). In any case, Edgar had fun playing with cousin Emily and cousin Garrett.
Holding Hands.
Rolling around.
It starts: every toy Edgar showed any interest in was the exact toy Emily wanted. (=
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