mimi

mimi

I am no good to anyone right now---more like a crow shrieking doom on the telephone wire than any sort of online whatever-ist. (Diarist? Journalist? What is this thing? Did you know that, privately, to myself, I call this webpage the Thing? It works in the John Carpenter sense, the Fantastic Four sense, and the [virtual] tourist trap sense. For me, I must stress. It works for me.) oh- a voice I like. ...in chicago? I want to make some dramatic gesture, like stand in Daley Plaza all day holding a sign that says STOP IT YOU ARE KILLING ME. -
-someone had drawn a rather skillful, soulful, and detailed Chicago skyline in the dirt and grime of the bus window. http://smartypants.diaryland.com/022503.html

I will post this Jim Harrison quotation:
There is an inordinate capacity in institutions, whether governments, universities, publishers, or studios, to turn pretty good wine, vintage or not, into distilled water that they hope everyone will want to drink. You have to hold out for the wine, even blood, nights that are actually dark, bears that aren't teddy, gritty women like you actually know, children who die contorted into question marks, the sun on people who never bought lotion, the human voice not reduced to prattle, animals who have never been watched, the man who cuts all the ropes so he won't hang himself.