Wednesday, April 23, 2008


Honoring the spirit, if not the letter, of NaPoWriMo ... here's a drafty draft. I'll take it down shortly.

[it was an elegy thingie. it's gone now.]

In a wistful sort of place, these past few days. Seems like there have been a lot of losses, most of them not immediate for me but second- or third-hand ... still, enough losses to sort of tinge the world with loss for a while. At the same time, spring is exploding: dogwoods, magnolias, daffodils, tulips, flowering crabapples, flowering cherries, flowering pears... the juxtaposition is heartbreaking in a good way, somehow.

Heard that Springsteen & the surviving members of the E Street Band put on one hell of a concert in Tampa tonight, their first show back on the road after Danny Federici's death last week. Reading the setlist and various reports of the show, I'm kind of getting chills. I wish I could have been there. Someone said it was "one for the ages" and it sure sounds like it was.

We witness one another's lives. First and last, that's what we're here for.

Sandy, the angels have lost their desire for us
I spoke to 'em just last night and they said they won't set themselves on fire for us anymore...


Collin said...

Great first draft. I love the line "this is what we become, this whisper..."


David V said...

I finally catch one of your drafts still up! I love the stripped simplicity of the observation "I've never seen ashes before. / They look like ashes." Paints finality with the futility of seeking a profound observation at such a moment. Nicely done.

Montgomery Maxton said...

i agree, great first draft.

Anne said...

Thanks, you guys. I appreciate it.