Wednesday, December 31, 2008

2008 or Death and All of His Friends.


Dear 2008,


I wanted to be a fan, but not so much. You had so much promise: another country, a new president, the Olympics, a new Shyamalan film, a new Coldplay album. Yet, with all that good, you left me bitter, numb, angry, and a better person. You changed me 2008.

a new fear
a new president
a new hope
a new style
more coldplay
poor shyamalan films
the olympics
michael phelps
china
austrailia
Lost
Bus Stop
new phobias
a dissapointment
a reality
unchangeable present
the underground
bleak
cynicism
fatal
fantastic people
dear sweet tender precious chad
black mountain
angels in america
virgin atlantic
change, a year of change
doubt
isolation
islands ( i still hate them)
rain
perpetual rain
crushed innocence
overwhelming faith
strength from nowhere
lowest of lows
illness
death
change
poverty
hope
new hope
new mexico
sand
sand
sand
big sky
sing a new song

You lit fire of fear that had much to burn

I've never been more ready for a new year.

Stephen Sondheim says of America in Assassins
"I just heard
On the news
Where the mailman won the lottery.
Goes to show:
When you lose, what you do is try again.

You can be
What you choose,
From a mailman to a president.
There are prizes all around you,
If you're wise enough to see"


2008, you are either my biggest enemy or my greatest friend.

Sincerely,
Mitch

1 comment:

Bo Cox said...

Dear Mitch,

I had every intention to provide you with the best year of your life and I'm sad to hear that I failed you. I'm not sure how to help you with the whole island thing. I mean, if you really think about it, everything is just an island...

Sincerely,

2008