disparate images. didion.

Mother on the Moors

Sandburg’s Sink

Brethren Baby

We tell ourselves stories in order to live. The princess is caged in the consulate. The man with the candy; will lead the children into the sea. We look for the sermon in the suicide, for the social or moral lesson in the murder of five. We interpret what we see, select the most workable of multiple choices. We live entirely, especially if we are writers, by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images, by the ‘ideas’ with which we have learned to freeze the shifting phantasmagoria which is our actual experience. – Joan Didion

One Response to “disparate images. didion.”

1. Tanya from Dans le Townhouse says:

   10 April, 2011 at 2:35

   Wow – that is a wild looking moon. So pretty . . . and slightly eery. Is that weird?