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So, I have poem for the wonderful man in my portfolio & am (I hope) revising it for the last time, today. I found a photo of him, and thought I should show it to you. Check this brilliant codger out:
…addressing the Law Society in Dublin this year. The Law Society?
After feeling a little insane for a couple of days, I’m back online. I don’t have anything to make this post cohesive except that I don’t feel insane anymore and want to write things, tons of things, thing having to do with this city and my soul and people I see around. My new roommate, Claire of Polish stock from Lille, locked the wrong lock today (because I forgot to tell her which one was working) and Marshall (providentially there) had to climb in a window to get the door open. And this is after somebody stole the lock off the bike she was riding. This is frustrating, and I hope her first year French students don’t make her hate Knoxville.
Joel came by to say hi after having dropped off the face of the planet for a couple of months and sat in my kitchen, talking about how he was wasting time and didn’t want to become like the guys he hangs around with, who are thirty years older than him and still wasting time. He’s going to try to get into a community college in the spring and then go to UT for law school prep. He’s always wanted to do this, he said, and what he’s doing now is “getting really old.” He’s so long, so big, he just kind of drapes over whatever chair he’s in and talks sometimes into a corner of the room and sometimes into your face with those bright blue eyes. I’ve missed him. And this talking made me three minutes late for my interview, which means the Lord God will have to speak to this woman about me, because I suck at interviews and wish I could do things the right way, once.
Now I’m doing some things at Java and have pizza dough rising in the window at home. I’m going to bake the dough rounds, cover them with ricotta, basil leaves, sliced cherry and sun-gold tomatoes from Annette across the street, and Emily, here is your Coincedence walking her bike up the sidewalk, looking cuter than I’ve ever seen her look. I wish my complexion was like that, brown but evenly rosy with heat or exercise … instead of just white or red, always freckled. Since the thunderstorm things are picking up and rushing off away, blue sky and sunlight here again, heat here again after that cold wind. Today is a day I’m going to not be anxious, then. I’ve been reading the sermon on the mount and can a person believe?
Natalie is flying to Wales in two days. Wales, and I am reading about whales, the humpback, razorback, sperm and narwhal, almost two hundred pages into Moby Dick and being shocked that people used to do this, go out in clumsy wooden boats and stab at whales with long pointy spears. And kill them. Harpooneers. I hope that something I do will amaze some great-grandchild someday. I hope to do something someday that lasts.
from audreyhepburncomplex
