NASCENT JANUARY, 2018, AFTER RAIN
What a disappointment this century has been—so far.
—David Bowie, 2012
—from Rattle #62, Winter 2018
Florence Weinberger: “I write because I cannot sing. If I wrote to be right, that would be wanton. I write with undefined reason, sometimes congested. After the fact, the words spilling or stuttered, I still am not right, wrong, or in love. I am the judge. I am wary, picky and proud. I am sincere, dubious. Undone, I hone in. I can find the unmitigated, make it blatant if I scour my brain, Leviticus, The New Yorker. I find the very. It is right. But if it has wronged the song, I cannot sing, I am not done.” (web)