Evensong XVI (29 July 2024)
July, my mind swimming through the shimmering mirage of your heat, let me catch your phrases in the crude net of my pages. Reel you in with the nib of my pen. Some things have happened. I made final revisions on the draft of an essay going into an anthology later this year and completed the first draft of another essay that hasn't been pitched or submitted anywhere just yet. There's something about this kernel and koan that wants to be in a gooey, undefined gestation for a longer period. I've been taking my time exploring its properties, what inferences can be made, what comparisons come up. Is there an echo? What is the vocabulary? What is the flavor profile? The bouquet? What key am I in? What is the tone? What is the tempo? Is there a ghost here (the answer to this is almost always yes)? I sent these pages to my writing group and don't want to tinker with anything until after they give me their impressions and insights. I've been in the post-first dr