goodnight hallelujah

I've had lots of fun lately. Catching minnows in streams and trying to learn French dances. I've also been applying everywhere in this city and not having any luck. I lost my wallet the other day and drove around everywhere looking for it. I told my friend that if Jesus was real he would show us the wallet. That's when my mom called to tell me that someone had found it. It was a miracle. Jesus saved my life. Maybe Jesus would like to fill the wallet now? Pretty please Jesus.

I read some things the other night and thought about sharing them.

"In my sensory education, I include my physical awareness of a word. Of a certain word, that is: the connection it has with what it stands for. At around aged six, perhaps, I was standing by myself in our front yard waiting for supper, just at that hour in a late summer day when the sun is already below the horizon and the risen full moon in the visible sky stops being chalky and begins to take on light. There comes a moment, and I saw it then, when the moon goes from flat to round. For the first time, it met my eyes as a globe. The word “moon” came into my mouth as though fed to me out of a silver spoon. Held in my mouth the moon became a word. It had the roundness of a Concord grape Grandpa took off his vine and gave me to suck out of its skin and swallow whole, in Ohio."

-Eudora Welty, Listening

This makes me want to write things and be a better writer. This current blog does not count. How do you be a writer and how do you find what to write about? I am pretty sure I don't entirely grasp what Eudora is talking about. She is talking about imagery in a very vivid way. Someday I want to capture something this elusive.

Here's a snippet from a documentary about Leonard Cohen. I've never actually seen it, but probably should. It seems highly appropriate for now.

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