Madeline J Smith

1/6/25

Had I been blessed with even limited access to my own mind there would have been no reason to write. I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking… What is going on in these pictures in my mind?- Joan didion, let me tell you what I mean

She knows that a poet like Richard would move sternly through the same morning, editing it, dismissing incidental ugliness along with incidental beauty, seeking the economic and historical truth behind these old brick town houses, the austere stone complications of the Episcopal church and the thin middle-aged man walking his Jack Russell terrier