Tuesday, May 05, 2009

I'm listening to Glen Gould and maybe Sandy will die tonight. I keep checking my email to see if she has died because she lives in Portland and I am here. Glen plays brilliant shards. He pierces me right through. I once saw Kathleen Battle and heard her sing. It's a feeling like your heart expanding and filling your whole body and you have trouble breathing because your heart has taken all the room. 

How often are we here in this world and how often are we *gone*?  

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