As much as I like and am willing to live with the bits and pieces I’ve chosen thus far to preserve, it’s important to remember, for me, at least, that there are great swathes of writing and piles of drawings that clearly should not, and will not, see the light of day. I don’t mean to say it’s all junk. There are bright moments, mingled with poignant, self-defeating hints of excellence. There are also entire poems and stories that begin nowhere, end nowhere, and are tragically, redundantly lost in between. But as I’ve said before, I don’t regret them, because they’ve all contributed to my learning. Not that I’m wise now, or that my burnt offerings are even worth your precious time to consider. That your time is precious, I am always aware. That you are aware of it too, is my fervent hope. It’s also beyond my control. What I’m still pretty good at, is putting on my shoes. And for that, I am grateful.
After many years,
I make this discovery —
cricket in my shoe.
Songs and Letters, August 3, 2008