07.03.13

I did not know one person in Montana. I sat in the house and tried to write a novel about high school; I went for walks, drank quarts of Coors beer, listened to the radio. At night, a neighbor's horse shifted his weight from hoof to hoof out in the trees, and sometimes cropped grass so near I could hear him chew. The first snowstorm blew in from the north, and crows crossed the sky before it like thrown black socks.

(ian frazier, from great plains)

4 comments:

LPC said...

Best crow imagery ever.

lauren said...

i love that image so much i hardly know what to do with myself. i need to write ian frazier a fan letter one of these days.

Anonymous said...

Jacob said:

woo hoo! glad you got around to "great plains." relatedly, i'm currently reading a fascinating pop science book on the intelligence of corvids, "gifts of the crow."

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