Saturday, January 28, 2006


If the work of a poet is to assign words to reality, then my friend Blake is my representative poet right now. When I first read this I thought, Wow! This is awesome. I read it again, slower and out loud, then thought, "Huh," and then was gripped with fear that there is an ocean of emotion contained here, and wasn't quite sure I wanted to wade in. But these are now my words and the words of those I love.

Blake-- Thank you, thank you, thank you.

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