Eleanor Morrow's Brain
-- Wallace Stevens
talk to me at morrow dot eleanor at gmail dot com
sometimes I be writing here
Already I’m homesick and I miss you extremely. It’s amazing how another person can learn to love and trust and depend on another person so completely and hardly be aware of what’s going on until the other person isn’t there anymore. Now I know.
Those whom heaven helps we call the sons of heaven. They do not learn this by learning. They do not work it by working. They do not reason it by using reason. To let understanding stop at what cannot be understood is a high attainment. Those who cannot do it will be destroyed on the lathe of heaven. - Chuang Tse
Waiting in lines gives one an opportunity to practice patience. - John Cage
Everything of which we are conscious has for us a deeper meaning still, a final meaning. And the one and only means of rendering this incomprehensible comprehensible must be a kind of metaphysics which regards everything whatsoever as having significance as a symbol. - Oswald Spengler
Other weird mom-isms.
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We watched a documentary on Discovery Channel about autistic savant twins named Flo and Kay who are obsessed with Dick Clarke and have to watch “100,000 Pyramid”.
Before the show was even over Mom decided we had to be them.
Now we pretend to be them and call each other Flo and Kay.
This has been going on for two weeks.
I am my mother’s daughter.
Tuning In
A man next to me drinks Sprite and reads a book called Awakening The Third Eye. He underlines a passage about sexual feelings, as well as a header that reads “You Are What You Eat”. The page is illustrated with an odd object. A tube with antenna. Many sentences seem to begin with, “In the Indian tradition…”
I wonder if I am invading his privacy by flicking my eyes over and looking into his book. Probably, yes.
This will be good
Frank Portman (aka Dr. Frank of Berkeley pop-punk outfit Mr. T Experience, a past favorite of mine) is reading with other writers and musicians at Housing Works tomorrow, Friday September 18, from 8-10 PM.
It costs $5 and is a benefit for Housing Works, which is committed to fighting AIDS and homelessness. A full list of all the performers is here!
Housing Works is at 126 Crosby Street in Manhattan. They have used books and good cookies too, as if you needed more incentive.
I will definitely be there!
Central Park, February 12, 1933.What a lovely picture. I’ve been to New York once, as a kid, and I think it’s part of my slight interest in post-apocalyptic landscapes, but that’s a whole other story. This picture just reminds me that while, yes, sadly, I am reading the new Dan Brown, sigh, I’ve also got the new E. L. Doctorow sitting on the shelf.
THE END
When I know what people think of me
I am plunged into my loneliness. The grey
hat bought earlier sickens.
I have no purpose no longer distinguishable.
A feeling like being choked
enters my throat.— Robert Creeley
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Awesome: “Circular Reasoning,” a New York Times puzzle in which each trivia question depends upon the answer to the previous question.
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