Friday, April 24, 2009

May Day motto

Monday was a bright day. I worked all day and most of the evening and met three deadlines (as the tailor said, "nine at a blow!") and by the end of the day, paradoxically, felt a burst of energy.

It'll soon pass, I'm sure, but in the meantime I've been joyfully reading.

And in my reading, I found snippet of poetry that I think will be my motto for this wretched spring, for my upcoming contributions to May Day, for the bright summer to come, when I will be editing Hump with an as-yet-named editor for spring 2010 publication:
Trust me. You're not sick or flawed
enough to be cured yet. Read what you wrote.
Sleep when you can. Make careful notes.
- from the Smart Mouth section of Tanis MacDonald's Rue the Day (Turnstone, 2008).

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