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Dialogue with my muse |
JOE: Good afternoon Calliope. CALLIOPE: Good afternoon Joe. I trust you had a nice trip to New York. JOE: Indeed it did. Memorable in many ways. CALLIOPE: Tell me about one. JOE: I visited a monk at Immaculate Conception Monastery in Queens where I once lived. It brought back many memories and helped me settle some things in my mind. CALLIOPE: Such as? JOE: Reading and writing for one thing. There were books I was forbidden to read (Kant, Descartes, etc) which I read anyway. I saw the locked room where they were then kept. CALLIOPE: What memories did that bring back? JOE: My own somewhat incendiary writings from the time which eventually got me sent out of the monastery. It was the first time my writing made a difference to anyone. CALLIOPE: Quite a start. How about now? JOE: I don't write anything quite so inflammatory. Now I just offer my readers a chance to look at their lives in a more subtle way. The brashness of youth! CALLIOPE: Amazing isn't it. Where did the experience leave you? JOE: Wondering about what topics I should address these days and in what manner. CALLIOPE: Sounds like a useful thought. JOE: We shall see. Talk with you tomorrow. |