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Friday, February 20, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Posted by Emily Janice Card at 11:22 PM
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
and I'ma do a hook shot with my eyebrow.
Posted by Emily Janice Card at 12:55 AM
Monday, February 2, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
You can find love letters there. A new one every few months, except ... they are not new. The paper is thin as spider silk; the ink is more etching than paint. One at a time, they appear, folded and wedged into the architrave of a small window, hidden from view by a "natural wood" Ikea shelf. As you peruse a study of Wampanoag cooking ... reach your hand back and to the left ...
You gave a lovely performance again this evening.
Every night I see it, you change a little thing here, pause in a new moment, laugh when before you had shed a single tear. And always, there is the light that shines, not on you, but from you. I am not the only one who feels it, I know, who hopes that beacon beams secretly for them.
But I am the one who will tell you this: stop it.
Forget your lines. Put away the props. Climb down from the stage. Be still and show me nothing. Give me no clues. Do not create another word, smile, or gesture until I have found you. These are the distractions that others mistake for the truth, and you let them believe it. You leave them talking to your shadow as you run far away. They think they hold you, but you cannot feel it. And when the light fades and they lose sight of you, you lie to yourself that you are lost.
I will find you."
Posted by Emily Janice Card at 1:30 AM
Monday, January 26, 2009
On the 1-10 scale (1 = suck, 10 = The Rapture):
A). Rate how much you love hearing someone clear their throat twice every three minutes, followed by a string of shouted expletives, into a microphone, for six hours a day, four days in a row.
B). Rate the Franklin Mint Jimmy Carter Gold Medal.
Subtract B from A.
I know, right? Nothing is helping.
Posted by Emily Janice Card at 5:15 PM
Sunday, December 7, 2008
A gentleman bought me a sandwich in the airport ... an older gentleman, born in Honduras, raised in New Orleans ... who shined shoes and slept on the streets ... who served four years in Vietnam and came back a wreck in every way ... who had a three-year courtship of correspondence with his wife of 44 years ("whatever you believe of heaven, she is going to be there" says he) ... who loves to go out dancing, who can't stand to be idle or indoors, who has had three bypasses and now has prostate cancer and can't drink water comfortably, who will work until the day he dies ...
"I've never met a stranger," he said.
Posted by Emily Janice Card at 10:50 PM