Wednesday, December 19, 2007
The Life I Didn't Imagine
It plays out like a movie except the dialogue isn't that great, and like my mother said of actors she didn't like, I always find myself playing the same part. Someone let my dead father into my house last night, and I was glad that he stayed for a few hours, downstairs on my couch. I wonder if he's watching too, sad that things haven't turned out, well, a little brighter. It's Christmas, and I give money to a man who is collecting for homeless veterans outside the post office in the gray cold snow with a styrofoam cup. I know it's the holidays now. What are we to do with all we have wasted and spent? I try and change the channel, but there is no remote. It's all right in my face.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"If I knew what the picture was going to be like I wouldn’t make it. It was almost like it was made already.. the challenge is more about trying to make what you can’t think of." Cindy Sherman
Drinking coffee table book suggestion: Jazz William Claxton
Benedictions and Maledictions