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 > >