I've been listening to Night Ride Home. "Slouching Towards Bethlehem" is one
of my favorite songs of hers. Maybe even my favorite. It's so eerily
prophetic right now. (Yes, yes I know it's based on Yeats.) I even heard
someone on NPR yesterday saying they couldn't find any appropriate poetry
for these times. Her former English professor said with rather formal
academic indignation "Have you forgotten your Yeats?" Anyway, if you look in
the book we all signed at JoniFest, Ashara, you'll see that there's a
picture of me (I think it's the first page) with a falcon on my gloved fist.
I quoted STB below it. Seems rather weird now. I read the lyrics to my
sister. She was totally spooked.
And how's this for weird? My brother is a meteorologist for the National
Weather Service down in the D.C. area. He tracked the tornadoes. They swept
through an area I used to stay often (I dated someone down there a number of
years ago.) Anyway, my brother got his tax rebate check yesterday. He went
to sign it over to the fund for the firemen's families. When he saw the
local address he was supposed to send it to, he realized the building had
been destroyed by the tornado.
"Surely some revelation is at hand..."
lots of love
Anne
