by ee cummings

all ignorance toboggans into know
and trudges up to ignorance again:
but winter’s not forever, even snow
melts; and if spring should spoil the game, what then?

all history’s a winter sport or three:
but were it five, i’d still insist that all
history is too small for even me;
for me and you, exceedingly too small.

Swoop (shrill collective myth) into thy grave
merely to toil the scale to shrillerness
per every madge and mabel dick and dave
–tomorrow is our permanent address

and there they’ll scarcely find us (if they do,
we’ll move away still further into now

The Art Sled Rally continues to feed a place inside me that longs for transcendent visual spectacle and collective human experience of joy. I am fortunate to be in this city and at this time with these people.

It also gives me great hope that such events are happening all over the world, as it is this medicine that celebrates our deeply personal capacity for actualization of dream, courage in the decent, and being, regardless of success or failure.

I am appreciative of all the energies, commitment and care that go into making such an event. I hope that all who enjoyed themselves at the event will help to support it in some way. I found that a hot egg sandwich before, enhanced the event.

Thank you Nick, thank you Shelley, thank you Julian, thank you Brent, thank you Leigh, thank you Xena, and Ethan, thank you Chris, thank you Peter, thank you John, and Micheal, and Sue, and Dave, and Krista, and Ryan, and Loren and Lisa, all the sponsors large and small you have brought good medicine to this winter.