Monday, October 03, 2005

may there be typewriters in heaven

Some people see beauty and triumph in places where some people would fear to walk. These people are always artists.

August Wilson died today. He was sixty years old.

We will miss you, Mr. Wilson. We thank you for the gifts you gave the literary and theatrical world in your too-short life.

The city lights shine less brightly tonight on water that does not move as swiftly. Goodbye, August. May there be typewriters in heaven.

1 comment:

Scott said...

:sigh: another talent gone