And speaking of breakfast foods, the other thing that pisses me off here is the "Bagels!". More and more often, I see signs featuring "Bagels!" at little eateries and cafés, so I get all excited until I go in and discover that the "Bagels!" are frozen. Don't they understand? It's so not really "Bagels!".
But Ted is good, Ted's a poetry god, and his little "handbook for writing and teaching"
Birds of America. I had lost faith in Moore a little after reading her latest collection Like Life; the impression I was left with, to be honest, is that those stories were written by someone who's just a little too hung up about living in Wisconsin. As though she had to prove something to the world because she lives in the mid-West, or more precisely, doesn't live in New York City. But her back catalogue revived my opinion -- Self-Help in particular. Birds was published in 1998 and feels a little dated, when I read it now, but when you find a quote that you're moved to write down, well, that's pretty significant, no matter when the piece was published. So here's the quote – the narrator of the story is talking about dancing, what she calls the "dancing body":
This is how we offer ourselves, enter heaven, enter speaking: we say with motion, in space, This is what life's done so far down here; this is all and what and everything it's managed – this body, these bodies, that body – so what do you think, Heaven? What do you fucking think?
OK now, back to the grindstone....