Monthly Archives for: December 2011
And this bird you cannot change.
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.)
Those kinda things don’t happen no more nowadays.
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
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.
(Thank god for the Lannan Foundation.)