“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
“After the Rain, Gloucester,” by Paul Cornoyer
I am delighted today to see a photo of mine published in Issue 35 of Anti-Heroin Chic. 🙂
You can find it right here at this link. (Or, you can simply link through my name in the issue’s table of contents.)
Anti-Heroin Chic has consistently been the home of some of the most raw and compelling creative work that I’ve found online. I’m honored to see one of my photos featured there, and I’m grateful to Editor Roy Duffield for selecting it.
Flashback to the early 1990’s. I worked the cafeteria at Mary Washington College in Fredericksburg, Virginia. (It was a work-study program.) Southern kids would line up at the counter for me to serve them Worcestershire sauce, because they laughed at the way I pronounced it.
It’s “wista-SHEER sawce.” Years of seeing it passed around my New York Irish dinner table could not have misinformed me. It was the Southerners and their adorable “WAR-is-to-Shire” pronunciation that deserved laughter.
I’m glad we had this talk.
So here’s an idea for a viral challenge — “Last Suppering.” You get together with 12 friends and snap a picture of your own tableau — thus defending free speech by exercising it.
Hey, it’s no stupider then planking or dabbing.
Don’t ask me to start it, though. You know I don’t have 12 friends.