{"id":1639,"date":"2008-10-31T06:27:10","date_gmt":"2008-10-31T10:27:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/?p=1639"},"modified":"2018-10-20T10:51:23","modified_gmt":"2018-10-20T14:51:23","slug":"seeing-things","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/2008\/10\/seeing-things\/","title":{"rendered":"Seeing Things"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"From whiskey river<\/a>:<\/p>\n

Then away out in the woods I heard that kind of a sound that a ghost makes when it wants to tell about something that’s on its mind and can’t make itself understood, and so can’t rest easy in its grave, and has to go about that way every night grieving.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn<\/em>)<\/p>\n

Shadow<\/strong><\/p>\n

So the dead are among us again
\neven here where Halloween is not celebrated
\nand the moon flies through the skeletons of trees
\nand men in rowboats fish for souls on the river
\nThere is a woman with spidery hair swinging a lantern
\ndisappearing down the colonnade
\na row of buildings tilted like gravestones
\nin which a single window is lit
\na wall from whose depths shadows emerge
\nassuming the contours of bodies they will follow
\nall night and abandon at dawn:
\na revelation to you
\nthat each day we take on a new shadow<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Nicholas Christopher, from Crossing the Equator: New and Selected Poems 1972-2004<\/em>)<\/p>\n

Not from whiskey river:<\/p>\n

Fezzik:<\/strong> Why do you wear a mask? Were you burned by acid, or something like that?
\nMan in Black:<\/strong> Oh no, it’s just that they’re terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(The Princess Bride<\/em>)<\/p>\n

Also not from whiskey river: Jim Carrey’s not to everyone’s taste. But this is pretty memorable:
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