Re: Whirlwind Goodbye/Leaving 4/28

Camille Scaysbrook (verona_beach@geocities.com)
Sat, 24 Apr 1999 17:05:26 +1000

Thankyou, Will. That's all that need be said. Thankyou for all.(: May you
encounter a small village hallway full of precocious wartime children
singing like angels on your travels.

Meet you at the corner,

Camille
verona_beach@geocities.com
@ THE ARTS HOLE http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Theater/6442
@ THE INVERTED FOREST http://www.angelfire.com/pa/invertedforest

> Dear All,
> 
> I admit I'm preferential with "w" sounds but no other word than
> "whirlwind" could be written as this idea engine. Life rushes tumultously
> into my confusing newness. Teachers know the concentration of learning
and
> emotion and can often and easily be heard to say "the term is ending in a
> whirlwind," and preachers know the biblical imagination of creating is
> voiced in mysterious charges of wind and words swirling us into belief
> which begot even electromagnetism, these pixels of now, a chaos of
affairs
> that are so totally colliding that I finally know with a little help from
> Einstein how tiny particles explode atomically.
> 
> Portfolios arriving with a term of writing and human hopes, and I'm not
> God but just as you judge these words so must I with an eye that is human
> and failing to see enough all the time, but also with heart and care for
> what I can give, for how I serve. I'd like to take off in this moment on
a
> some safe highway, top down in my soon-to-be-sold l968 Karmann Ghia but
> I'm here, in my pajamas on phones selling my house, nailing down details
> to fly east for a job interview, then flying on to Italy to try and write
> an essay on Richard Hugo and war, and I know you know me well enough by
> now to know that at this hoped-for writing's core will be poetry and
> peace. Just peace...
> 
> I surely know my "probs" are none really, and I'm honestly enjoying
> their unfolding in any case, but one central ache I must share is leaving
> you, my online friends, my family. You touch me and give me life beyond
> electrons and beyond anything this writer could have hoped to be part
> of...I've lived in Montana, Paris and New York's East Village and known
> lots of writers and writing communities, but here, online with you is
what
> I know and love best. I'm gone, signing off for a month at least, but not
> without this last kiss and hush of words and wind, will
> 
>