Interview with Dave Farnham, by Gonzalo Bénard.
Seriously, I didn’t even feel him. I saw some light-skinned guy. I don’t know if it was Klay Thompson or Steph Curry, I just knew there was a light-skinned guy by me.
Roy Hibbert, post-Warriors kerfuffle. Maybe he thought Tom Haverford was trying to break up the fight?
Mother, the dead
Mother, the dead are deafening now.
The dead are like starlings in a tree
I clap my hands once.
They rise in the air.
They rise in a flock.
They darken the sky.
They turn on the wing.
They turn again on the wing.
Mother, the dead are calling to me
—James Fenton, from “The Song of the Dead”
Photography Credit Donald MacMillan, “Six Suns”
excerpt from a longer poem, The Cyclical Nature of Sadness. 2012.