listening: deloria, valery gore
(i am going to make a camera obscura)the dancing pianos of silent film are not for monotonous ears but to cover the whir of gears (the clicking projectors, bicycles). snowy lights flicker for a pause and we rethread the reels. watch this quiet resound.
i donated blood for the first time on friday. a small thing but mostly, i was not ready for its physicality: to watch auburn branches coiling away from my body. the plastic tubing is cool on my skin and fingertips begin to spark, i can feel my own weakening. they pulled out the needle just before it finished; i was about to faint. "you are new & sometimes, your body needs to adjust." the nurse had kind eyes & brought damp cloths and cranberry juice.
i've been dreaming about music; i strum my ill-tuned guitar and wish for black and white keys. tapping imaginary on the tabletops, fragments from long ago (when you know the sounds, you can make up all the rest). i have been playing or playing at bach & re-reading l'engle - they are both strong against the indifferent & unsettled.
2 comments:
julia,
i received your letter this morning & replied immediately, including travel-plan musings! i forgot to mention in my last comment that my freezer leaked as well - i came home to the moldy smell of wooden floors slightly swelled & moldy broccoli that once was frozen, but was hidden beneath layers of ice & forgotten about. it was quite unpleasant, to say the least: i whole-heartedly sympathize.
love,
harriet
ps: i also forgot to mention that i saw the film version of that book while i was in copenhagen - le scaphandre et le papillon - & it was amazing! i bet the book is incredible, based on the excerpts the film used.
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