You couldn't have balanced that shit there intentionally if you tried, and somehow it had shot out of my asshole, evading capture in my underwear, never getting trapped in my pants, avoiding being misshapen by my cuff, sock, or sneaker, only to land on this step in what was a borderline poetic moment represented frozen in time via that hunk of turd.
When I reflect, there is always something about my experience which will evade my reflective grasp: the very reflective moment itself.
"I spent a good deal of my life evading labels," she told me.
No matter how justified by history I felt, I promised myself that I would not evade my guilt or rationalize my conduct.
With a belly full of butter beer, every flavour beans and chocolate frogs, I find myself hurtling along – somewhat queasily – atop a broomstick, as I try my best to evade a fire-breathing dragon in my rush to get to a Quidditch match.
I do not want my poems to evade, but often I do want my poems to suspend our need for certainty or stability.
The point seems to be my response, not my capacity to overthrow, evade, avoid, control, justify, rationalize or deny my own calamity.
I enjoy my privacy being evaded with the shake of my hand.
When Bartle ends up confined to a military prison, he has only his memories to keep him company, memories he tries to chase down even as their logic and sequence evade him: "My first few months inside, I spent a lot of time trying to piece the war into a pattern.
"That would be evading my responsibility".
