Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Digital collage by S. Auberle
Please don't ask the meaning of this image. I have no idea. It may be a Cosmic Message meant to save the Masses--regarding the universality of joy and sorrow.
Then again, it may be simply what it is--the virtual scribblings of a slightly derangedwriter (I believe that's an oxymoron) who will go to any lengths to avoid tackling a rewrite on which she is stuck.
Poet Billy Collins says poets spend most of their time by a window, productively or not, so I go there--watch a dark object in the orchard which turns out to be a wild turkey. Consider Wild Turkey. Don't. Throw together a pot of posole for dinner. Fill the birdfeeders. Consider raking old grasses and weeds. Don't. Admire stones I found on the beach yesterday. Curse computer for deleting this post before I can save it. Do it over.
Finally, step out into warm April sunshine, enjoy spring. While I can. Before the rains come...