Today marks our one-week anniversary. Koven came to school with me this morning (he embodied perfection under the cover of a service dog in training--brilliant, beautiful boy!) and then he got to see Forrest and relay all sorts of love back to his Amy.
In the spirit of Byrd Baylor's, I'm in Charge of Celebrations, Koven and I choose to celebrate today as a proclamation of puppy enthusiasm for rolling in dead things and eating goose poop, of trying so hard to get the cat to play and taking it all out on tug toys when cat spits/hisses/yowls/swats, of settling into sleep to dream the celebration(s) of tomorrow...
Today is also "Foucault Action Figure Day," the day of social theorists' descent into and out of my brain in the essential (but not essentialist...more post-structuralist) context within a discursive field of language free Koven-inspired reality. I'm glad that one's been a short-lived celebration.
remarkable writing.........momentous love....
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