virginia woolf ” form, endurance and permanence” , rinaldo rasa agenda19892010 readings

What is that happens between the hour of midnight and dawn, the little shock, the queer uneasy moment, as of eyes half open to the light, after which sleep is never so sound again? It is experience, perhaps — repeated shocks, each unfelt at the time, suddenly loosening the fabric? Breaking something away? Only this image suggests collapse and disintegration, whereas the process I have in mind is just the opposite. It is not destructive whatever may be, one might say that it was rather of a creative character.

Something definitely happens. The garden, the butterflies, the morning sounds, trees, apples, human voices have emerged, stated themselves. As with a rod of light, order has been imposed upon tumult; form upon chaos. Perhaps it would be simpler to say that one wakes, after Heaven knows what internal process, with a sense of mastery. Familiar people approach all sharply outlined in morning light.

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virginia woolf, “reading” (1919)

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reading thursday december 7 1995

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Sunday January 8 2017


 

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