I’ve been meaning to write something about public space as domestic space over the past 8, even 10 years--about the way the limits of what we imagine as intimate have stretched, ballooned, really, as we’ve traveled the world, people with a small, shared shell. I don’t know why I’ve been meaning to write this, exactly, or what I want to say. I guess it's one of those things that’s nagged at me, that’s seemed to make my life different from that of lots of other people’s lives. As I sought "normality," sometimes without meaning or wanting to. Without realizing what it even meant. Part of what I'm talking about bathrooms. Semi-public showers, etc. And other intimacies like playing, or fighting. The paper-thin walls of my office come to mind, listening to my colleague talk trash, affirm her faith, sing along with the radio.
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October 22 seems like just yesterday! Lots has happened since--in my mind. My head is a crowded place. Now in between St. Maarten and Saint-Martin, in an anchorage that facilitates homeschooling and deep interpersonal work. Also drinking French wine every night. In a few days it'll be back to St. Thomas and a new semester, the hold full of illegal cheese.
|Double rainbow over Simpson Bay|
|Sheep yogurt with Sicilian lemon jam, and hand-roasted espresso. Don't mean to brag.|
|Tallulah in a cloud of butterflies|
|Carousel ice cream (and they have a carousel out back)|
|Our role model|
Posted by CLANK at 11:58 AM
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Sometimes it's fun to write something in 5 minutes and then show it to people.
I woke up to a rainbow yesterday--this morning, a pair of dolphins.
A pelican, ridiculous, beady-eyed, a nuisance I should chase from the bowsprit,
But watching--it dwarfs the crouching cat, the curved tip of its beak scratches precisely, happy to find nits--I can’t.
A school of fish leap, vanish, too small to leave a mark on the water.
What to make of all this? Does it add up to anything besides itself?
Does it matter at all that I am here, watching?
I drink coffee, leave for work.
Posted by CLANK at 11:56 AM