Dear God,

“Your last book of poems deserves half a dozen Guggenheims. It is really splendid, you have really got in there now: the others I always felt were sort of tending in the right direction, now you are on your beam. I didn’t find any clichés anywhere, and that in a book by a Catholic and a religious is a major miracle. It is terse and even Zen-like, and it is the integrity of the experience that above all comes through. Great, man, great.” Merton

I’m finishing Skinny Legs and All at the moment. It’s all leading towards the final, apocalyptic, catastrophe, but I’m certain it will end up a joke. Robbins’s a comedian after all, and a damn good writer. He has some of the best metaphors of anyone I’ve read. He’s witty, and wise, and irreverent, and funny. He’s someone who I’d love to write like someday.

I read Matthew McConaughey’s “13 Lessons I Learned” when I woke up today. Continue reading →