Eleanor Morrow's Brain
-- Wallace Stevens
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sometimes I be writing here
Habit
It’s forceful at first, pulsing
among the young. We can see
no difference between painted
children and the darker ones, save
the smoking and the elided syllables
of names. North of Missoula, a herd finds
the sacred place, guarded by shrouds.
Further along, on the other side
is where they’re taken. “This is when
I lose you.” It’s all that can be said.
The canopy lowers, and sneakers
quake against the marble. Once
we were golden and the mantle
slipped down, haunted and hot
to the touch. Bury the shortest ones,
leave the rest. The saying went -
but there was no speaking it.
From party to party as decades
amass without feeling. For a time
I grew bitter, but the now the altering
brings me an irrevocable joy.
This I know every time I board the plane:
I enjoy the scent of the dark.
Max Ernst, Leonora Carrington, Roland Penrose & E.L.T. Mesens on vacation in Cornwall, 1937
She left the biggest bullshitter in the world, but he’s not so bad if she left him for a bigger one
My Mad Men review!!!!
Tumblin’ so difficult sometimes. You know.
IN THE EASY LEAN
It creeps into the vacant place,
where the shroud is magnified
a hundred times before it is woven.
Larger than an atom, smaller than
a pizza pie. Inscribed, policed, verboten
I am strange at first sight,
Given time I could upset the apple
cart or see myself in everything:
the porcelain crater, the diving elk
We put these pieces together as
if they were an aspect of a larger
whole, or a means to an end. It’s
not. I’m not. I am spinning longer
and farther than you are, and
I look better doing it.
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.
jgh:
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.
