Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Lost and Found

If you doubt the power of this medium, if you question the strength or validity of the friendships that are forged herein, consider this.

Vassilis lives in Greece. We have only words between us, many of them unsaid. And yet I have dreamed of being in his kitchen.

Master poet, brother, friend: in my mind, the words he finds bring light, every way I turn them.


Anonymous said...


Someone else who is lost for words over your work!

thanks for the link!

: )

William Michaelian said...

You’re more than welcome, Brad. And in following Vazambam, you will be richly rewarded — and, entry by entry, as lost as I am to describe the wonders he works with words.

Wine and Words said...

Mmmm yes. A fine writer. And the correspondence between would be the prize of literature.

William Michaelian said...

Annie, that’s a kind and lovely thought — that the simple exchange of two men, who are apt to be crushed by the weight of a single word at any moment and remain pinned beneath it for centuries, could be seen in such a light.

Wine and Words said...

We are all so crushable William, but not near so eloquent. And that's not even the right word. So...arterial. The pulse of every beat, LIFE sustained in letters. And sometimes you nic it William, and I am raising my hands to the drenching of blood rain.

William Michaelian said...

Beautiful, Annie.

Beautiful Annie.

Thank you.

Fresh Garden said...


William Michaelian said...

Thank you!