One Member of the Boothbay Harbor Writers Group Writes a note (by email) to the Other. The Subject of the Email is Cormac McCarthy.

Posted on by George (wondering where I fit in)

George Goodwin <sirago5@gmail.com>
3:05 AM (0 minutes ago)
to Robert
He lives near Santa Fe.

I was on the lookout for him.
In case I saw him I would hail him and flag him down.
Tell him about my friend Robert in Boothbay.
Get him to take Robert’s email address and maybe he would write something profound, astounding.
Send it to Robert via digital express.
That would blow Robert away, away, away…
Make his day, his day, his day…
I’ve been thinking of you,
Robert.
Say hello to Cormac.
Peace,
g
P.S. I leave here Sunday at oh-dark thirty. Slide on into OK City that night. Stay at Tinker AFB. Next day, Scott AFB near St. Louis, Louie. On to Columbus, that bastard prick motherfucker.
Try to reach Syracuse and make going-home-turns for Maine. Yay.
g

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BELIEVE
BE LIVE
LIVE
 
“No empuja el rio. No empujalo.”
G. M. Goodwin
19 October 2017
3:10 A.M.

2 thoughts on “One Member of the Boothbay Harbor Writers Group Writes a note (by email) to the Other. The Subject of the Email is Cormac McCarthy.”

  1. a fragment, from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T. S. Eliot

    I grow old…I grow old…
    I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

    Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
    I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
    I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

    I do not think they will sing to me.

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