writing, and imagining;
of playing the philosopher, the teacher, and the friend. I will finally
come home.
Home has always been my greatest heaven.
Home like Paul Simon.
Home like Lyle Lovett.
Home like Heaven.
At My Defense.
I want my committee to like my stories and tell me so. I want Roland Barthes, Michel Foucault, Italo Calivino, William Shakespeare, and Donald Barthelme to slip off my tongue. I want my brilliance to flow from me.
And then I want to be home.
9 comments:
Oh, I am nervous for you. I still have nightmares about being late to my defense, or forgetting the name of every author I have ever read, or... But in the end, it wasn't nearly as scary as I had imagined it would be. You are smart and witty and you will blow them away with your brilliance. Good luck!
Oh Yea! Good luck!!!
I can't believe you didn't talk about this on Saturday. Lots of luck, although I'm sure you don't need to worry about your brilliance flowing from you. It always does.
Good luck at your defense! It will be fabulous, I'm sure.
congratulations, my dear.
i love that you love your stories-- that post a few weeks back really inspired me. they will love your stories too.
i'm always rooting for you.
i'll be cheering you on too! good luck!
Welcome home, Erica. Brava!
Just heard the great news (via Louise's blog). Sweet relief. Congratulations!
Wait a minute. I saw you at school today.
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