Herewith a third and final round of passages! ...a green hillside in Gunhill as evening fell just as it was falling somewhere else as it was collecting in a doorway in which a woman leaned, smoking a cigarette, trying to remember a name. * And from there the déjà vu, described as though he'd never heard of the thing, and so for him, of course, it had no name, and so for him, it couldn't end, and so the most mundane things, the rake, for instance, or apples held out on a tray,

A second selection of favourite passages: People walking, many tonight, and almost in rhythm, as if it were a way of collectively resisting the wind. from 'A Walk on May 31' Stevenson claimed that the walker becomes the landscape by the end of the day and the view, a living thing with no sense of time. end of 'Stevenson' What is the wander, what aimless shelter, what within a very small room. Or we could call it a city. * ...the gentle persistence of walking from friend t

I'm relishing Cole Swensen's new book. Here is a first array of favourite passages: The first walk: the first line: that so alone am I who loved so is walking always walking toward. I saw myself in shards. The drift that drives the eye into time. * Any walk Rousseau once said is endless where the wild might seem to have a name undone from within the unanswered flaw written out by hand. * This I who ran adrift. Should it rain. Begin again. T