I made it through my first week of the MFA program. I’m alive, but tired. Here is this week’s Friday Finds:
The summer of 2005, my campers at Camp Chateaugay introduced me to this song. Thanks Taylor V.
Bread and Butter Farm, Hinesburg, VT. I had a fresh burger-cow was probably killed five hours before I ate it.
Silence, they say, is the voice of complicity.
But silence is impossible.
Silence is a message,
Just as doing nothing is an act.
Let who you are ring out and resonate
in every word and every deed.
Yes, become who you are.
There’s no sidestepping your own being
or your own responsibility.
What you do is who you are.
You are your own comeuppance.
You become your own message.
You are the message.”
Happy Labor Day 2011 Weekend, everyone.