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By Buffy
Sep 23, 2007
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wise blood

“The Church Without Christ…where the blind don’t see and the lame don’t walk and what’s dead stays that way.” – Wise Blood – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’m a huge fan of Flannery O’Connor so when someone asked me to name my favourite novel I said Wise

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Jack White at the local neighborhood theatre. Bucket List for dayzzz.
Flashback five, to my Vader days on a Harley. You can learn a lot from your little brother. Happy Birthday to one of the most extraordinary humans I know. Coco.
Pa died to Purple Rain. Prince Rogers Nelson passed away three weeks earlier. The world was streaming psychedelia. Non-stop. I sat beside his bed that week. In the dark. With Steph and Brian. My brother in law has an amazing voice. He sang the words in the no-light. “Never meant to cause you any sorrow. Never meant to cause you any pain.” He doesn’t remember this. That brother in law. But I do. On the night Pa died I drove to see him. Purple Rain was playing. Local station. I wore a PNC sweatshirt. Dyno shop. Race City, USA. Hours later I’d drive away in the same shirt, to the same song. Mid solo Steph called to tell me he was gone. Minutes. That’s how life happens. In minutes. To Purple Rain. Unlikely bedfellows. Pa and Prince. But bedfellows just the same. In that moment and in that memory. Purple Rain / Purple Rain / I only want to see you laughing / in that purple rain Paisley Park was a little bit of a religious experience for me today. I walked and loved it on my own. #Chanhassen
Eleanor Rigby. My favorite piece of writing. Any genre. Ever. Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door. But...Flannery...I’ll never love a writer the way I love her. Every perfect word. I’ve carried this paperback around with me for a decade. Southern gothic. It’s the bones of me. #flanneryoconnor
Good morning from the rooftops...
Every year I’d finish exams and drive straight into West Virginia to relax and tell them all about it. The ritual was a studied one. Ma would come to the door wearing a party hat and holding a red velvet cake which we dubbed both “College Cake” and “Mark’s Cake” because she made it for him before she made it for me. She loved to celebrate as much as Pa loved to fish, and that’s exactly where he always was...and where I always went. To the water. “Go surprise Bill. He’s out there on that dam.” Both of us knowing the only surprise would be if I didn’t go. But I did. Every time. And every time he’d be sitting there on that skinny stretch of stone with his feet dangling over one edge and his back flush with the other, and my nerves would kick in and he’d throw his head back and laugh and say “we better get you out of here” and “why, this ain’t no different than sittin’ on a bench” when he saw me getting faint at fifty feet. I reckon I was about twenty feet from the edge here. And I smiled the whole time...that fisherman never left my mind.?
A speckled seagull tried to take me out at least three times during the making of this film.
My head is big. My arms are short. And I’m not very good at geometry. Stopped by the race track this evening to sit in solitude and watch a gaggle of street cars do their thing.
Sunset on Seneca. I’m not big on road trips. I travel too much. Am too precious with my time. But this was a nice one.

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