Truman Capote: Sky Full of Words

Truman Capote in Portofino, 1953

We jump always to the conclusions of stories, of lives. It's a habit, I think. Jump to the end to see how the health and the finances and the reputation bore the burdens. There is joy on every journey, within every life. I choose to remember the joy of Truman [Capote], the sense of glee as he threw words around so easily and beautifully, confetti with punctuation and the wistfulness of the lost and sweet boy always, like me, on the side, looking on and taking notes. We all end up on bad roads, those blind alleys I'm always talking about. Remember the moments in the sun, the sky full of words.

©  2017  James Grissom


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