Monthly Archives for: December 2011
2011 December
NOº 3404
Soundtrack of My Mind: [12.26.11]
And this bird you cannot change.
Postscript
My Anonymous Sister says she doesn’t like “Freebird.” Which is maybe why she’s anonymous. (Alas: no word as to why I’m anonymous, as far as that goes. Hmm.)
“Mother and Mr. Huber join me in kindest regards.”
“Hello how is the rail road…”
There were words and he made lines to reimagine what could be beautiful.
NOº 3327
Soundtrack of My Mind: [12.10.11]
I so love the Mic Christopher.
I am sorry that the Mic Christopher is now a ghost.
Wait: no I’m not. I so LOVE ghosts.
(I am [very] sorry that the Mic Christopher isn’t alive anymore, but that’s a totally different thing, it seems to me.)
“Actually I don’t know so much about literature and I don’t know so much about books, and I’m not a very verbal person. I do know, I think, quite a lot about some things about life — but usually in a very inarticulate way — and then I try to come with that onto the page.”
– John Berger¹
NOTE
¹ So this just in: people arrive. They just arrive. In your life. For some reason. And by people I mean teachers. Teachers you never knew you needed. All people are teachers, teachers you never knew you needed.
POSTSCRIPT
(Thank god for the Lannan Foundation.)
“I collect church cards: Hope you get many nice cards.”
– Oscar T. Wang
