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#1 I was supposed to go to a Great Books college in the winter of 2001, but my father called me into his study two weeks before I was scheduled to depart for Annapolis. He explained that the money just wasn’t there. I didn’t ask any questions. I understood that there were ways around it.
#2 I visited my father’s guitar store, where he was a dealer. His collection was filled with gleaming guitars on stands, candy-apple red, spruce green, lake blue, and carapace black. He would soon acquire another guitar, more costly than all of them.
#3 I moved from the rectory of my father’s church in Cincinnati to the abandoned convent next door. The convent looked out on a petroleum plant, and just beyond that, the polluted, hellbender-colored Ohio River. I spent my time reading books online.
#4 I was in love with a man I had never met, and we would talk on the phone for hours. I was never afraid to sleep alone in that convent, but I would wake up to a seeming sunrise out the window.

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Publié par	Everest Media LLC
Date de parution	21 mars 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781669356639
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I was supposed to go to a Great Books college in the winter of 2001, but my father called me into his study two weeks before I was scheduled to depart for Annapolis. He explained that the money just wasn’t there. I didn’t ask any questions. I understood that there were ways around it.

#2

I visited my father’s guitar store, where he was a dealer. His collection was filled with gleaming guitars on stands, candy-apple red, spruce green, lake blue, and carapace black. He would soon acquire another guitar, more costly than all of them.

#3

I moved from the rectory of my father’s church in Cincinnati to the abandoned convent next door. The convent looked out on a petroleum plant, and just beyond that, the polluted, hellbender-colored Ohio River. I spent my time reading books online.

#4

I was in love with a man I had never met, and we would talk on the phone for hours. I was never afraid to sleep alone in that convent, but I would wake up to a seeming sunrise out the window.

#5

Catholicism has a lot of kings, and Jason was not ready to accept that. He was born in Thailand, among the splash of flowers, clear water, and caressing air. He loved it there. He ran around wearing a diaper and no shirt, much to the curiosity of the Thai babies.

#6

I had never really thought anything through, except perhaps Wallace Stevens’ Anecdote of the Jar – a poem about the landscape licking up to a portal in love. We were 19.

#7

I told my parents I was meeting a boy from the internet. They were skeptical, but I assured them that he was from the poetry internet, where everyone just argued about sonnets all the time.

#8

I was participating in a Tennessee Williams play where the internet was being used as code for homosexuality. My parents wanted me to understand the risks involved. I was about to do something that could have consequences, and I needed to understand them.

#9

I met Jason when he arrived to live with us. He was very shy and unassuming, with the small, neat, and unjudgmental ears of a teddy bear. I knew very few facts about him, only feelings.

#10

I remembered the leather gloves and the streaming green numbers, and the sound of the word cyber in my mother’s mouth. When they took my computer away and searched it, they found hundreds of guitar tab websites.

#11

I showed him around the convent, and he was surprised to find that it was not like the one in Sister Act, where the nuns sang all day and were girlfriends at night. It was a regular house.

#12

I was watching the interrogation with my parents when Jason began to seem too calm. My mother thought he might be sick, and suggested we go get some dinner. Let me just get ready for the meal, my father said, and came down with a gun tucked into his priest pants.

#13

I informed my parents that I was going to live with Jason in Colorado. My father did not like the idea at all, and said I wasn’t going anywhere. My mother said nothing, but she closed her eyes briefly and had a blood-red vision of Colorado legalizing marijuana ten years in the future.

#14

My father did not approve of my decision to marry Jason, and when I told him that we were already married, he flew into a rage. He told my mother to turn the car around, and if he had to go into a Don Pablo’s restaurant right then, he didn’t know what he would do.

#15

The four of us went to a restaurant. The Don Pablo’s in Cincinnati was a large converted factory that looked like a nightclub. My mother had not yet reached the stage of her journey where she realized margaritas were a medicine that could relax you, and drank so much iced tea that by the time our food arrived, mariachi music was coming out of her eyes.

#16

When we came home, my father was wearing his most transparent pair of boxer shorts to show us he was angry, and drinking Irish Cream liqueur out of a miniature crystal glass to show us his heart was broken. I had never been much interested in story, so I had yet to realize I was participating in one.

#17

I was always good at endings. I found an artful and unexpected one every time. I was leaving the church and my parents’ house for good. I was excited to be free.
Insights from Chapter 2

#1

I had moved so many times as a child that I did not consider moving to be unusual. I married my husband, and we moved from city to city. We were restless, and we never settled. The belief that people should move all their possessions to a different state every few years was the only similarity my husband shared with my father.

#2

I had decided not to take a job right away, but to keep concentrating on the strange bundle of poems I was writing. I was never sure whether my flaming certainty that I was born to write books was a mark of my entitlement or the only act of rebellion available to me.

#3

I felt at home in the poetry community, but I kept to myself during the day. I liked being able to walk to the river, where ideas swam in the water. I would get a baguette and a cup of coffee and ride the ferry back and forth just like Edna St. Vincent Millay.

#4

The eye is an element that can flame or flood if it is left unchecked. It is capable of sending mountains and forests and the face of the beloved up in smoke, or else surging them away till they are gone.

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