Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
I like the idea of secret lives with secret lives....kind of a Victor Victoria Matroshka doll person. Scheduling sleep might get tough.
William, this is so wonderful. I know winter. I know you live in Oregon, but where did you grow up?Your first line makes me think of William Gass' "In the heart of the heart of the country". I'll cary this with me. Thank you.
Peter, the idea of secret lives having secret lives is one thing, the reality of it is another. And how right you are about the sleep.Thank you, Andreas. I grew up about 730 miles south of Salem in the heart of California’s San Joaquin Valley. Or, more accurately, I passed the first thirty-one years of my life there.
I like the idea, and I like the reality too - sort of like the endless reflections of mirrors facing each other...except the mirrors hold not multiple reflections of one self, but many distinct selves.
I like the idea of the reality, and I like the reality of the idea. I especially like what you said about mirrors and their reflections of distinct, multiple selves.
Are not the characters we write in books a form of a secret life, and when they have secrets of their own...secret lives, with secret lives. Love the mystery of this. Makes one wonder what spring will unearth beneath the winter. (Hugs)Indigo
Lovely. Thank you, Indigo. And that is why the characters in books are as real as anyone, often even more so.
This gives me a shiver, William. Not unpleasant—a house-of-mirrors kind of thing. Lovely!
Thanks, Joe! I must say, that beats my usual house of cards....
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