“Tomorrow belongs to those of us who conceive of it as belonging to everyone, who lend the best of ourselves to it, and with joy.”

how it feels to have a job

(He) looked straight ahead, out the window, where he saw a tiny white light moving slowly over the silver river. A drunken thought entered his mind: Was all light holy?

My birthday gift from my boyfriend this year was a handmade chair that I drew in a notebook a long time ago. It was a complete surprise, he took fabric I bought in Chicago a year ago to upholster it. He wasn’t coming home til 8pm most nights and of course I had just started reading Wind-Up Bird Chronicles so I thought he was totally acting like Kumiko. He, by definition, made a dream of mine come true. I can touch and enjoy something that was once an idea floating through my brain. I cried so much.

“Try to meet a poem on its terms not yours. If you have to “relate” to a poem in order to understand it, you aren’t reading it sufficiently. In other words, don’t try to fit the poem into your life. Try to see what world the poem creates. Then, if you are lucky, its world will help you re-see your own.”