Warren Ellis on Twitter today:

Obituaries: letters to people who had no idea, in their lifetimes, that they were loved or admired by anyone. Late mail from the living.

Gorgeous.  In that curmudgeonly Ellis way.

If so,

Elegies: letters to people who had no idea, in their lifetimes, that they were loved or admired by anyone.  Mail misaddressed and delivered in time to  make the reader look around and take stock.  Perhaps, he thinks, I am loved or admired by someone.  I should write a letter of my own.  I should call.  I should be better than I am.  I should be living.

Moorer Denies Holyfield in Twelve

Caesar’s Palace.
The way life keeps splitting itself in two.

Twenty four hours later Florida
had pushed itself under
the wheels of our white Olds.
My father getting out
of the car. I’m squinting, his
shirt is that bright.

I was stunned for a minute
but was able to clear my head.

I’m on the phone now, trying to keep this front
from moving over his white cloud of a head,
because my father used to be two men,
but now he’s old.

One minute, you’re talking weather. Then,
a nasty right hook in the second round.

I didn’t mean to start talking obstacles, hooks,
comebacks.
But, suddenly, I’m going down, saying:

I’ve been holding on with my teeth.
I’ve developed this strange social stutter.

I had to let my cutman go.

–Olena Kalytiak Davis

I seem to have wasted the better part of my day doing nothing, which was, after the past couple weeks, very, very welcome. It’s not that I have been extraordinarily industrious the past few weeks; if anything, I have felt far from it. But yesterday was the first day I’ve felt good in a while, and I didn’t use it to catch up at work or on my MFA work. I used it to hang out with my wife. It’s been a while since I devoted a whole day to that without worry.

Well, not a whole day– I spent a couple hours watching Carolina get taken to the wire by Virginia Tech in the ACC Tournament. And I was almost hoarse at the end of the game.

My plan today is to indulge in things that I know are bad for me, watch some more basketball, and then rock an annotation and maybe a revision that I have had my eye on. I sent my last packet in on Tuesday so I expect I’ll hear something back in the next day or two– I kind of hope I don’t hear back tonight, so I can focus in on what I didn’t get to in the last packet.