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To troll
First of all, a description of the day out there: Phoned my Collingwood rehearsal before 8am and said it looked iffy, then went back to sleep. All of this adds up to Permission. To sleep, which I’ve done. To stretch the day into a different shape, which I’m doing. A shape that can contain a […]
Inside Winter
It’s the kind of snow there’s a constant More of. The plows and trucks and blowers, out all night long are still going strong at 10am. Cars slide gently sideways to stop signs. Kids and grown-ups both are thoroughly snow-suited, booted, winter-gloved and touqued as they kick & trudge through piled white, falling white, blowing […]
Fig Leaf on a Snow Day
Open-faced and shovel-sore, I stare out the window at a thousand-thousand demons of whirling, whipped snow. I think about beauty, and the job of art. If there can be a line we take towards healing the terrible distortions of our belief systems, I think it must be drawn by artists. There can be no measured, […]