I'm addicted to wood s lot.

I have no idea how I stumbled on this blog, but it's absolutely the thickest, richest one I've ever seen. More like an online library than a paltry little blog. Poetry, essays, critiques... absolutely amazing. Like this recent entry - a quote from Gaston Bachelard:

I am a dreamer of words, of written words. I think I am reading; a word stops me. I leave the page. The syllables of the word begin to move around. Stressed accents begin to invert. The word abandons its meaning like an overload which is too heavy and prevents dreaming. Then words take on other meanings as if they had the right to be young. And the words wander away, looking in the nooks and crannies of vocabulary for new company, bad company.

::: wood s lot ::: "the fitful tracing of a portal"