Friday, June 20, 2008
This is a picture of my teacher. I miss him. Today I heard an interview, or a clip of an interview, on WNYC. The author who was being interviewed made a statement about being a writer that, in tone and even in vocal timbre, sounded eerily like Ralph. At first I was freaked out, as if Ralph himself was speaking directly to me in my apartment. But Ralph died almost six years ago. I miss him, but I feel that he is very much alive because my memories of him are so vivid, and the things he taught me--so many things--are so alive in my mind.