Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Oh, and Hemingway does not write chick lit.

As close to a manifesto as I'll get since the last one.
...When they invite you to the party
remember what parties are like
before answering.
Someone telling you in a loud voice
they once wrote a poem.
Greasy sausage balls on a paper plate.
Then reply.

If they say We should get together
say why?

It's not that you don't love them anymore.
You're trying to remember something
too important to forget.
Trees. The monastery bell at twilight.
Tell them you have a new project.
It will never be finished...
-from "The Art of Disappearing" by Naomi Shihab Nye