Friday, June 07, 2013

mcmxxviii

If literature has a holy task, is it to resurrect the dead?
                                                             —Lyn Hejinian

It’s a joyous Christmas in the tunnel of love
despite all the hacking and sneezing.
Christmas came ten months early this year
and we are all as happy for it as we are

proud of it. Mixed in with a pair of
valentines it’s the ablution of love.
This is the ablution of love (mixed
with two or three valentines and

the bells of Grace Cathedral).
“Come out! Come out! Where-
ever you are!!” Ah, but I can
hear you purring under the bed.

The peacocks are also making
noises. And they pose for us
(of course). The tour starts
down the hill: “We’ll talk a

little bit about our farming
practices.” Etc. Next up:
driving home; doing...

Grace Cathedral