Aug 23, 2017 · 1 min read
thank YOU, Indira, for both your words of kindness and for your poetry that inspired this!!!
it was very interesting, that last line — those words swirled around me as i was composing, like how i imagine fireflies swirl.
a friend told me about a recent open-air performance in NYC of Hamlet, where he dies, falling in a field. One day, the scene occurred just as the sun was setting, and a cloud of fireflies rose around Hamlet as he fell. It was a moment of magic: time, place, light, story, action, all combined in an unrepeatable moment. that image (i can only wish i had been there), of fireflies swirling, swirled around me as that line emerged.
