Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Festina lente

...is Latin for hurry slowly. Festina lente. I will pin those words to my board. Within sight. I found those words in "A Dog's Nose of Receptiveness: A Calvinoesque Reading of Don McKay", a fairly lengthy essay by Brian Bartlett in The Antigonish Review.

On this Italo Calvino site I found this bit on genius and this bit on the opaque. For some reason the slow roll of molasses comes to mind. The carton's open mouth. Inside, the brown belly barely moving.

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