Each evening around six-thirty, a word drops into my box, a random word of the day, sent from the editors of the OED to those who subscribe. Some days, though, the word strikes me as something more than random, something pertinent, something scrutable, the way tossed coins or cards drawn from a tarot deck can be read and understood.
Last week Monday, the day I began thinking about starting this blog, the word shiftless appeared. Seeing it, I thought of a PBS documenatary I like on Raymond Carver called To Write and Keep Kind. In this clip he reads briefly from his poem “Shiftless” as the camera pans the town where he grew up, which quite by chance is the town where I now live.