Jan 4, 2021 • 13M

Mind Marginalia: last speaker

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You can listen to this past Sunday’s letter recording via the player embedded in this letter, or you can open the recording in your preferred podcast app.

This is the sixth and (for now) final episode of Mind Marginalia, as I have decided, in this New Year, to put Mind Marginalia on hiatus.

I absolutely love your generous and wonderful responses to this Monday missive of mine, but truthfully, I am really feeling the toll of grief and my uncertain physical health and, as difficult as it is for me to admit, I need to adjust a little.

Of course, I will still write you a weekly Sunday letter, and I am inexpressibly grateful for the support you show me and this ever-developing project of mine. Thank you.

From the letter…

I read this poem by Deborah Pope after I had written the letter, and it felt like it had been called up just for me. If I’d seen this poem in time, I would have re-titled Sunday’s letter, which I called Winter Holidays, and instead I would have named the letter Last Speaker instead (update: I did change the post’s title to Last Speaker).

Deborah Pope

From Instagram…

Honestly, my Instagram Saved is just the secret Tumblr I always wanted

From poetry….

This poem by the incomparable Hieu Minh Nguyen (if you haven’t read his essay on Shania Twain and longing, you absolutely must. You can find it here) landed in my inbox this morning and I sobbed through reading it.

I have been waking a lot, lately, with a pain buried deep in my body, and I know it’s Kurtis’ absence. I know, being here without him, I don’t know what to do. I know Kurtis would have known what to do. “The New Decade” understands all of this.