THE BLACKBIRD II
[Remember this is a love letter. It has been fourteen years since we met at that summer
art school for ambitious young talents. Back
then, I wanted to be a famous poet and she
wanted to be a famous opera singer. There
had been no revolution in communication
technologies, and there was no Silicon Valley,
as far as we knew. No cellular phones,
no World Wide Web, no Global Village, no
Free Trade.
There was just an outline of a promised
hill, always this dumb scraggly hill. Always
with dramatic lighting. Fifteen years now,
