“and language upend its papers looking for an entry adequate to the sliced smell of budding poplars.” — Karen Solie Copy Share Image
“Silence, the breath inside the body of what is, sings an unbroken tone struck in the key of nil. This endless untitled… — Karen Solie Silence Copy Share Image
“The honourable life is like timing. One might not have the talent for it. Take this guy up ahead who's driven 45… — Karen Solie Life Copy Share Image
“the only animal who kills from a distance, noise for a voice and noise for a home, for whom all places are… — Karen Solie Animals Copy Share Image
“Night climbs its long underground staircase. It recalls what it has to tell us.” — Karen Solie Copy Share Image
