an email response to an unspoken question…
“I appreciate your placing me among the high moments of your life in your story. I appreciate the lack of sentimentality. “Silence follows his exit, like an audience unsure of whether or not it’s safe to clap.” I am in searcy this week and as always it is a bag of mixed emotions because I lived so many lives here, some good, some not so good. Ghosts hang in the trees and memories scatter like dust with every flutter of leaves from the ghosts’ restless feet. The audience is unsure for sure. So they clap. And I leave. Or I will tomorrow, for Ohio, on to yet another geography of ghosts and at least one angel. Then its china then new york city then haiti again. I seem to have boarded a train that will not arrive… a man in perpetual motion. I am like the Dostoevsky version of the movie Crank–just as tragic but without the Hollywood glitz or the hero’s ending. But now I’m being verbose, “a forehead on the steering wheel.” I don’t know what else to say. If you are in Haiti while I’m there this summer look me up and I’ll buy you a coffee from a dangerous vendor in a dangerous neighborhood.”
Uploaded by: flip holsinger on 10th May, 2010.
Not sure what our schedule is, but my brother and I would like to take you up on the coffee if our schedules match up.
i’ll be there mid july through first of august…
“Ghosts hang in the trees and memories scatter like dust with every flutter of leaves from the ghosts’ restless feet…” I feel exactly the same way now that I’m back home… but where is home???