This post has enriched my life today. Swan road. Never heard that but have taken it into my very soul. I am amazed by the light to be found in all the darkness. Thank you.
I could write a treatise on my loathing of football, but no one would read it. Did you know it was almost banned in the early 20th century? Oh rue the day that failed to happen. I hear you my sister. Anger at 60 is delicious! Powerful, Unapologetic, Fiery. Everything I dreamed it would be. Governors off. Free to unleash. My Fury. Sending Love to you and your clan and our beautiful Los Angeles.♥️
Speak it sister. That football players are paid millions and suffer with all manner of ailments as they age: a metaphor for the folly of 'easy money' and the allure of buy now, pay later. The ugliness of our warped capitalist spendthrift citizenry caught in, as my therapist says, a trance. I just cannot. It's snowing here, for the moment. Such ephemeral beauty. The base and the sublime, held side by side. Who can contain it? Rambling, but thank you always for your craft and your fierce love.
I have a not love want to like relationship with sour dough bread. I am gob smacked by your ability to include all that you do and stay plugged in to in your life by the emotional range that must be accessed to survive it and stay as engaged as you do. You truly are a teacher of the best kind - introducing people to writers and ideas that broaden horizons perspectives and strengthen raisons d’etres.
This post has enriched my life today. Swan road. Never heard that but have taken it into my very soul. I am amazed by the light to be found in all the darkness. Thank you.
Oh, I am so glad to see you here on Substack, my friend!
I could write a treatise on my loathing of football, but no one would read it. Did you know it was almost banned in the early 20th century? Oh rue the day that failed to happen. I hear you my sister. Anger at 60 is delicious! Powerful, Unapologetic, Fiery. Everything I dreamed it would be. Governors off. Free to unleash. My Fury. Sending Love to you and your clan and our beautiful Los Angeles.♥️
Dearest E
Speak it sister. That football players are paid millions and suffer with all manner of ailments as they age: a metaphor for the folly of 'easy money' and the allure of buy now, pay later. The ugliness of our warped capitalist spendthrift citizenry caught in, as my therapist says, a trance. I just cannot. It's snowing here, for the moment. Such ephemeral beauty. The base and the sublime, held side by side. Who can contain it? Rambling, but thank you always for your craft and your fierce love.
Beth (Shoun) Luminous Cloud
"how different anger feels when you’re 61 (clean, powerful, sparkly) than when you’re 30, 40, even 55 (shameful, scary, ugly)"
made me cry out of the blue (I'm 48).
In sisterhood! your language!! ripe, ribald, and riotous. Onward. and that Yeats poem, ooh so good, need to revisit. sending love.
Your bread is beautiful. So is your writing. So are you.
I have a not love want to like relationship with sour dough bread. I am gob smacked by your ability to include all that you do and stay plugged in to in your life by the emotional range that must be accessed to survive it and stay as engaged as you do. You truly are a teacher of the best kind - introducing people to writers and ideas that broaden horizons perspectives and strengthen raisons d’etres.
P.s. I miss the opportunity to share literature and ideas with my social work students.
I love your lists… and the steadfast moon (and the analog clock) to hang on through the fury
Broligarchy is a good (but awful) word. The games, the games, the stupid games!
I also hate football. That is one gorgeous loaf!
Xoxo
Barbara
The bread swirl. The leaping language. The anger. Yes.
Yes. Love u so.
Your words matter. You matter. Collectively we matter. Thank you for spilling open/ over here. You are loved and appreciated.