Thursday, May 26, 2005

He said, what would you like me to write?

Write about the sound a martini makes when it strike the ice. Write about the languor of tulips when you were a gardener at Manhattan Plaza. Write about wood as the "form-inspiring, deeply human material" and how you once loved a tree surgeon. Write about what blue smells like, how long it stayed, what moved it. Like Anne Carson said, beauty spins and the mind moves. Spin for me.