The Ritual By Which the House of Our Life Was Erected

Lauren, I know you hate the bright lights and all but I have to say something: Jared read me a few stretches of "Flaming Telepaths" over the phone last night and it absolutely lit me up. I couldn't believe how strange and good it sounded; more than anything it felt like something I'd been expecting. And the ideas of the poem have been revolving inside me all day today, generating little thoughts and sparks and such. Inspiring, in other words... I was amused this afternoon remembering the post in which you described writing out a huge dark mass in which moments would glint occassionally, the amusement stemming from the amazing lack of darkness in what I heard (if I'm correct in taking darkness to mean confusing and densely boring language). Dense though the "The Hotel Family" section was, there was much more in the way of glinting going on -- flaming, even, appropriately enough. So pardon me, but I just had to say something.

And everyone, just in case this isn't common knowledge, Scott Inguito has a blog up at solarguano.blogspot. com. As of now it just consists of a few of his Spicer letters, but it was nice to come across while I was riding my pegasus through the stellar firmament a few minutes ago. Maybe if we press him he'll put some more of them up over there.