Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Words can hurt, words can savage. Then there is the regret of words unsaid, recalled too late. Yet, when wrapped in intelligence, principle and warmth, words heal. When crafted with beauty, they delight, intrigue and bathe you in thought. Tonight I needed those words; words about fish as a form of sexual instruction, about ghostly conversations, about endless labour in a hotel bedroom. I was lucky, they came my way, I am grateful.