uh, that was a weird trip to the Banff Centre. diagnosis: strep throat. great medical attention available at the clinic at the Banff Centre, if you must know, but that’s beside the point. it was -40 degrees. i managed approximately eight pages of new material before i fell into bed for three delirious days and … Read moreslayed
sweet jesus, i returned home to a letter from Alice Munro. did you know that she tapes her envelopes for good measure? says a lot about her.
The Second Coming by W.B. Yeats Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are … Read moreThe Second Coming