Stalking Cormac McCarthy
August 9, 2009 § 8 Comments
it starts with sangria (white), pale ale and Stephen King
they tenderly navigate apocalyptical darkness and
the hedges of the Overlook Hotel.
more ale and wine, soft cushions,
now cocked to hear the not-so-loud.
“Would you hold the door?”
and move on to the forbidden
cancer (many), deaths (a few) and fear –
it does not remain a blur.
“Cormac is in Santa Fe,” he says, and tells of
Oprah and how those who cannot speak can write
rich coffee walls
and they wander in and out as Cormac sits and
waits beneath the deep teal sky.