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Whining and panting beneath
I don't really have a metaphor for how I write, but it kinda feels like chipping away at a big dark object that I can't really see.
heavy bonecrushing armor-smashing blades.
Which is sharper? The hatchet that cuts down dreams? Or the scythe that clears a path for another?
howling alternately
One thing about whoring: It put a chicken on the table.
Mawwage. Mawwage is what bwings us together today.
Soothe and sly stamina with a short sword they slice
They are beyond precise making the victim pay the price
cosine wherry, a wooden rowboat hand
People stagger, but they pick up a tattered thread and wind it back onto a spool.
What am I doing? Tearing myself. My usual occupation at most times.
A gnarled old branch dulls the blade that severs a sapling.
I knew a man who, in the age of chain-saws, went right on cutting his wood with a handsaw and an axe. He was a healthier and a saner man than I am. I shall let his memory trouble my thoughts.
But I was thinking of a plan
To dye one's whiskers green,
And always use so large a fan
That they could not be seen.
from The White Knights Song
A Stone Crow's axe is always sharp, and Shagga's axes are sharpest of all. Once I cut off a man's head, but he did not know it until he tried to brush his hair. Then it fell off." "Is that why you never brush yours?" The Stone Crows roared and stamped their feet, Shagga hooting loudest of all.
The bodkin, comb, and essence to prepare? For this your locks in paper durance bound, For this with tort'ring irons wreath'd around? 100 For this with fillets strain'd your tender head, And bravely bore the double loads of lead?
It is working within limits that the craftsman reveals himself.
Slightly whittled, sharper, but it is still a question. In time it will be sharp enough to impale the answer.
Fella can get so he misses the noise of a saw mill.
Machinery is aggressive. The weaver becomes a web, the machinist a machine. If you do not use the tools, they use you. All tools are in one sense edge-tools, and dangerous.
Well, I am ploughing on my canvases as they do on their fields (the peasants). It goes badly enough in our profession - in fact that has always been so, but at the moment it is very bad.
I used to go to the driving range to practice driving without slicing. Now I go to practice slicing without swearing.
It is the old experience that a rude instrument in the hand of a master craftsman will achieve more than the finest tool wielded by the uninspired journeyman.
The blade sings to me. Faintly, so soft against my ears, its voice calms my worries and tells me that one touch will take it all away. It tells me that I just need to slide a long horizontal cut, and make a clean slice. It tells me the words that I have been begging to hear: this will make it ok.
Cutting people. Those women were
Craftsmanship isn't like water in an earthen pot, to be taken out by the dipperful until it's empty. No, the more drawn out the more remains.
Whiffle [whine and wheeze and snuff and sniffle]: The annoying scratchy sound made by weepy feminists as they lament the sufferings of women and, houndlike, sniff out evidence of male oppression.
All craftsmen share a knowledge. They have heldReality down fluttering to a bench.
In order to walk the path of the edge of the penknife the patience of the Saint Job is needed. In order to walk the path of the edge of the penknife the tenacity of the well tempered steel is needed.
Sow into the gift and talent God has given to you to rip an harvest
It's fine, precise, detailed work, the infinitely small motor management of diamond cutters and safecrackers that we do in our heads.
Battle, n., A method of untying with the teeth a political knot that would not yield to the tongue.
men crown the knave and scourge the tool that did his will
Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.
The multiplication of public offices, increase of expense beyond income, growth and entailment of a public debt are indications soliciting the employment of the pruning knife.
watching him cut for sign.
Nothing great or new can be done without enthusiasm. Enthusiasm is the fly-wheel which carries your saw through the knots in the log.
Rocking on a lazy billow
With roaming eyes,
Cushioned on a dreamy pillow,
Thou art now wise.
Wake the power within thee slumbering,
Trim the plot that's in thy keeping,
Thou wilt bless the task when reaping
Sweet labour's prize.
They climbed their ladders to wheedle and prune the trees into holiness
It [angling] deserves commendations; ... it is an art worthy the knowledge and practice of a wise man.
The trout in yonder wimpling burn - That glides, a silver dart, - And, safe beneath the shady thorn, - Defies the anglers art ...
If you ask me to cut down a tree I'll spend the first four hours sharpening the axe.
Jolly boating weather,
And a hay harvest breeze,
Blade on the feather,
Shade off the trees.
The finished product is not finished when the actor is. The work is completed by a pair of shears.
Brimming. That's what it is, I want to get to a place where my sentences enact brimming.
Wood turning has had a definite place in the commercial world for a great many years. It is used in various forms in making furniture and furniture parts, building trim, tool parts, toys, athletic paraphernalia and many other useful and beautiful articles in common use.
Tools of many kinds and well chosen, are one of the joys of a garden.
The village of Wall watched the battle of wills with fascination, wondering what the outcome would be, for no one crossed Bridget Forester: she had a tongue that could, the villagers said, blister the paint from a barn door and tear the bark from an oak.
It seemed to Rand like years since there had not been firewood to split. But complaining would not keep the house warm, so he fetched the axe, propped up bow and quiver beside the chopping block, and got to work. Pine for a quick, hot flame, and oak for long burning.
This side of the Kingdom of God upon Earth, it is a melancholy human fact that those who beat their swords into plowshares end up doing the plowing for those who kept their swords.
Adventure is the vice of all Woodcutters.
The big blade is an emperor; the broken blade a Negro. I hate dangling things; I hate dampish things. I hate wandering and mixing things together.
Yielding, like ice about to melt.
How loose the silk. How jailed down the juice.
YOU MUST LEARN THE COMPASSION PROPER TO YOUR TRADE"
"And what's that?"
"A SHARP EDGE.
hand-crank sieve.
Many estates are spent in the getting, since women for tea forsake spinning and knitting, and men for punch forsake hewing and splitting.
Knowledge is not for knowing: knowledge is for cutting.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under;
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
bludgeoning countless typewriter ribbons,
Hone and spread your spirit till you yourself are a sail, whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff.
The tools of their trade were simple, effective things: iron knuckles, saps and the like. But the iconic tool of the scuttler arsenal was a woven leather belt with a heavy iron or brass buckle used to decrease intelligence one wallop at a time.
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.
You underestimate how deeply you cut when your intentions carry no knives.
Stothard learned the art of combining colors by closely studying butterflies wings; he would often say that no one knew what he owed to these tiny insects. A burnt stick and a barn door served Wilkie in lieu of pencil and canvas.
Grip the nettle firmly and it will become a stick with which to beat your enemy.
He who cuts down woods beyond a certain limit exterminates birds.
We saw men haying far off in the meadow, their heads waving like the grass which they cut. In the distance the wind seemed to bend all alike.
We must scrunch or be scrunched.
You must prune dead or dying wood.
Silences can wound as surely as the twisting lash.
In a long journey straw waighs.
You see a wile, you thwart. Am I right?
I assume my stance, and take back the club, low, slowly; at the top, my eyes fog over, and my joints dip and swirl like barn swallows, I swing. There is a fruitless commotion of dust and rubber at my feet. "Smothered it," I say promptly. After enough lessons the terminology becomes second nature.
was being plundered
We sack, we ransack to the utmost sands
Of native kingdoms, and of foreign lands:
We travel sea and soil; we pry, and prowl,
We progress, and we prog from pole to pole.
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Corn is cleaned with wind, and the Soul with chastening
That which will not be spun, let it not come betweene the spindle and the distaffe.
Every skill must be practised. Every act rehearsed. A blade is only a blade when it cuts.
Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
As the gardener, by severe pruning, forces the sap of the tree into one or two vigorous limbs, so should you stop off your miscellaneous activity and concentrate your force on one or a few points.
approaching Kyle. The Tangs
Take up a weapon and you become an instrument with as pure a purpose as the weapon itself: to find arteries and open them, limbs and sever them; to take what is alive and deliver it unto death.
If I were a carpenter, I'd find a way to empower using that skill. I'm using as much as God has given - my mind, my voice, my heart, my art forms. This is the highest form of expression on the planet from God, to me, to you.
Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.
Edged tools are dangerous things to handle, and not infrequently do much hurt.
Going to pieces. To go to pieces so pointlessly and unnecessarily.
There doesn't seem like there should be an artful way to butcher a cow, but there is, and this is not it.
The tallest blade of grass is the surest to be cut.
It removes the limitations of his body, extinguishes his consciousness, and pours the divine spirit into him. The whirl dance is the purest form of dance devotion.
The wretch who digs the mine for bread, or ploughs, that others may be fed, feels less fatigued than that decreed to him who cannot think or read.
I was making guitars and I was a sheet metal worker and if you ever see sheet metal workers' hands, you've never seen so many cuts in your life.
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon
Man is a tool-using animal.
Since woodchipping began 32 years ago, Tasmanians have watched as one extraordinary place after another has been sacrificed. Beautiful places, holy places, lost not only to them, but forever.
Deerstalking would be a very fine sport if only the deer had guns.
And sing to those that hold the vital shears; And turn the adamantine spindle round, On which the fate of gods and men is wound.
Blunt tools are are sometimes found of use, where sharper instruments would fail.
make words your finest weapons - a gold-hilted sword to cut your enemies d