I made one change.
And then I shuddered
(with delight).
I kept that edit.
I made one change and shuddered with delight. I kept the edit.
I kept the one that made me shudder.
fictions, speculative dreams, and meditations
I made one change.
And then I shuddered
(with delight).
I kept that edit.
I made one change and shuddered with delight. I kept the edit.
I kept the one that made me shudder.
I want everybody to chant:
I coulda made-a dugout, and took it to sea
I coulda made-a dugout, and took it to sea
I coulda made-a dugout, and took it to sea
Handling my driftwood, Dad says
if I hadn’t broke that chunk out
I coulda made-a dugout,
(the shock
remains after
he finishes)
“and took it to sea.”
Your client is at the point of,
Let’s say the 90s,
when sitcoms decided they
no longer needed a laughtrack.
Or, say the 80s,
When television decided it
didn’t need to broadcast
everything in glaring Technicolor.
Or, say the 70s,
When music decided that
not everything needed to be
a stereophonic experience.
Or, say the aughts,
When we decided
Simplicity works.
Only this time he can do something about it.