February 2012
3 posts
January 2012
49 posts
Blood
There were many moments in the mountains. There was the house. Wood outside. Bose surround inside. The windows looked like paintings. Framing the rise of conifers so perfect it would not register. There was the feeling I was too dark and scruffed and armored to be there long. There was the lake. One thousand six hundred deep and fierce blue clear. There was the lake with my sister whom I love, but...
Chautauqua
I think this might be the most beautiful word in English. It has a rhythm and melodic quality not found in many words. Could be the autism of the repeated au au ua. Like all the best American things it is a mashup of mistakes and misuse. Think jazz and blue jeans.
Historical spellings of the original Seneca word for a lake in the western corner of New York State include Tchadakoin, Tjadakoin,...
