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Friday, May 27, 2011

A Secret Hideout of Leaves and Mud, by Charles Finn

"But try as I might the current is swift, the years wash by, and the beautiful rainbow-sided fish of my youth slips through my fingers. There is so much we forget. Our memories are all that we own. And I think we are born knowing everything."

-Excerpted from Charles Finn's essay, "A Secret Hideout of Leaves and Mud," published in the most recent Silk Road Review


  1. Pretty. Until the last sentence. Which is, of course, nonsense.

  2. Donigan! You killed it. But, ok. Maybe right.

  3. I am of the John Locke persuasion (not the Lost character, the real one). Our minds are a tabula rasa, a blank slate, at birth, on which we write the story of our lives with the moment by moment data of experience.

    But that does not diminish the prettiness of what and how Finn writes.