"Early on there was no word for 'groundhog.' Neither were there groundhogs, or
grandmothers, or event coordinators. There were events but they were
uncoordinated like the Tunguska Event. There was nothing, but no word for it. In
some ways it must have been nice, all that wordlessness, because sometimes now
you meet somebody and all you can think is, Please stop talking. Our planet has
become so much wordier than the other planets, although there are respites if
you hang out with eagles or angels. Eagles never explain anything, and angels
are no more voluble than they are visible: visibility is not their
shtick."
The inimitable Amy Leach shares more in this inventive, and gloriously
whimsical essay from her new book, "The Everybody Ensemble," a celebration of
"our oddball and interconnected world."
