“The question of what I am up to. I am carving my own face. I am taking responsibility for the furrows on the hillsides and the wheelmarks on the grass. I am absorbing all the moisture of a Northwest seaside winter. I am closing the walls of my feelings about the deep insistant winds that ride the bluff. I am in the distance and at home, hurrying to move and hurrying not to move.”
BBC
Apr 08 2003
01:50 pm
“The question of what I am up to. I am carving my own face. I am taking responsibility for the furrows on the hillsides and the wheelmarks on the grass. I am absorbing all the moisture of a Northwest seaside winter. I am closing the walls of my feelings about the deep insistant winds that ride the bluff. I am in the distance and at home, hurrying to move and hurrying not to move.”
—Marvin Bell