From the Black Notebook: Three Hospital Aphorisms

The best thing someone brought to me while I was in hospital was a pen and paper.  The most simple, ancient, and therefore profound, of bestowals.  Alas, it was in the dreaded blue ink…

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The pen as downspout for the roiling excesses of mind, connecting sky and earth, roof and rain, thundercloud and gutter.

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Nothing amplifies the natural lucidity of the human organism, the writerly acuities of perception and apprehension, like the deprivations of hunger, exile, illness and isolation.

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