“I have never seen an expression as full of wonder as Lou’s as he died. His hands were doing the water-flowing 21-form of tai chi. His eyes were wide open. I was holding in my arms the person I loved the most in the world, and talking to him as he died. His heart stopped. He wasn’t afraid. I had gotten to walk with him to the end of the world. Life—so beautiful, painful and dazzling—does not get better than that. And death? I believe that the purpose of death is the release of love.” —Laurie Anderson, on her marriage to Lou Reed.
I had gotten to walk with him to the end of the world. Beautiful.
November 7, 2013
Day Four: Just continuing with the piece I started yesterday. I decided that being lax about my own arbitrary rules is preferable to being strict and quitting early.
November 4, 2013
Day Three: Not finished yet but the title is Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence.
November 3, 2013
Day Two: Trying to induce a religious vision on a stretch of highway through the Georgia pines in the summer of 1991.
November 2, 2013
This November I’m doing a month of vignettes. Day One: Co-ed teenage truth or dare with my church youth group. 299 words.
November 1, 2013
There was a time when I was young and artsy and a borderline back-to-the-lander. In seventh grade I used to wish I could change my name to Shenandoah. As if so many other changes would follow from that. // Though who knows. Maybe they would have.
October 11, 2013
One of those days. My heart and my hands want to write but my brain says “……….”
September 29, 2013
One of the things I miss about living in West Philly is how it was OK to bring your own Pyrex containers when you got takeout.
September 19, 2013
Poetry critique before work this morning. I make a note about a line and wish I had gone through a songwriting phase when I was younger. The window’s closed, but I’m pretty sure the air outside smells like I should be wearing a sweater. If mornings could be people I would sit out on the front steps next to this one and drink tea, and it would drink coffee, and we’d stare out at nothing particular for a few quiet minutes before we each stood up to start our days.
September 17, 2013
“Most of what makes a book ‘good’ is that we’re reading it at the right moment for us.” —Alain de Botton
September 16, 2013