Panes of Glass || Leaves of Grass

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UPDATED JUNE 4, 2009:

Dear Ms —–,

I like our correspondence so, with this caveat: I am wary of this much email communication without intervening spells of real human contact. One loses sight of the person behind the screen. As I said yesterday, it’s like talking through a pane of glass…

I imagine breathing on the glass, leaving a coat of steam, then carving letters in it. It’s child-like and playful and appealing. But, to extend the metaphor to its breaking point, the whole thing can fade quickly when daylight is applied. Woosh. Like dew.

(I’ll grant you there might be better onomatopoeia to imitate the sound evaporation than “woosh.”)

Or to rephrase, as they say, there is water water everywhere these days, but not a drop to drink…

Love,
Yours

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Tags: Mike Watt, Photos, Poetry, Scrolls, Tom Waits, Walt Whitman

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