Construed ... as turf, home just seems a provisional claim, a designation you make upon a place, not one it makes on you. A certai...n set of buildings, a glimpsed, smudged window-view across a schoolyard, a musty aroma sniffed behind a garage when you were a child, all of which come crowding in upon your latter-day senses--those are pungent things and vivid, even consoling. But to me they are also inert and nostalgic and unlikely to connect you to the real, to that essence art can sometimes achieve, which is permanence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The frost was on the village roofs as white as ocean foam; The good red fires were burning bright in every 'longshore home;...r />The windows sparkled clear, and the chimneys volleyed out; And I vow we sniffed the victuals as the vessel went about.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »