ON WRITING ONE MORE RECOMMENDATION LETTER FOR YET ANOTHER FRIEND’S APPLICATION FOR A LAUREATESHIP
1. In residential districts, the laurel is grown high and trimmed to a dense hedge delineating this-is-mine, while insisting the-street-must-not-see- what-I-have: the laurel celebrates a separation from one’s fellow citizens. And these flimsiest of laurels you seek are surely a dim shadow of celebrity: the worship of vacuous shape-shifters, human beings manipulated, Photoshopped by paid […]