I’m not psychic. It’s just a coincidence
that God read my tagline on Joan of Arcadia tonight. I was kinda surprised to hear it from His lips myself. I never thought of T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land as a poem about spring cleaning. I don’t think I can read it quite the same again.
“April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.”
