Words

Perhaps tied into the complete avoidance of the financial tasks to which I should be attending, today has been a bubbling font of all things literary. Beginning with several highly articulate and interesting blog entries listed on the amazing Fearless Voices section of the Huffington Post, to the wealth of words that is the New York Times online edition (sorry, the paper version is sometimes hard to come by in my neck of the woods), through two separate reviews of the increasingly intriguing book Cultural Amnesia by Clive James, my attention was finally directed to D.H. Lawrence, Mabel Dodge Luhan and her amazing house in Taos which now hosts writer workshops.

Whew!

It is a rare day when I am not delighted by an influx of the well-written (and sometimes not-so-well-written) word into my little world. An impassioned op-ed, a crisp, concise news piece or even the enticing advertisement of an artistically inclined workshop makes me long for an occupation that involves this daily wordplay. But alas, I have never been able to parlay my enjoyment of words in to a personal practice.

Yesterday, post-Easter services, my lovely friend G. and I were musing on our ideal occupations (mine first and foremost being a tie between owning a farm and working for National Public Radio) and in jest I mentioned that I would like a job as a trivia researcher. After today’s wordy wonderland, I realize that that is only partially true. Perhaps it is not trivia per se that appeals to me, but the access to the vast catalogues of information and opinions that over time have so inspired others that they felt compelled to document them for cultural consumption. To inhale years of passionate pursuits like an exquisite gourmet delicacy is made better only by knowing that another fabulous course is on its way.