Month: June 2012

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We went to the sea

And it was cool, and dank, and the air was thick with it. The clouds lay low like in Scotland, and the air was full of tumult and movement. Life lately, too. This week, tears have come as comfort, and in the thickness of the days, and the sorrow of earth, hope has bounded up still. On top of the movement of life---the tensions, the conversations, the loss, the laughs---up has bounded this small parcel which can't be avoided. Joy. It opened before me as my cousin's uncontrolled smile at the end…

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Sifting

The skies aren't unrolling and gushing out here; they are sweating. So many forms of rain here in New York, I cannot describe one before the next appears. The latest, the hot-and-steamy rain, is falling this evening. As it consumes the air, it brings out smells, and then covers them with that dampness. The smell of rain. The smell of dogs. The smell of blossom. Of damp cigarettes. Often I write of what I see. A woman dragging her dog, sitting soundly on his hind legs unperturbed, past Best…

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Itty things

Loveliness is in the air. The sky is green, the ground is wet, and even the brick building opposite my windows has a greyish tinge. I'm feeling slightly dizzy from cleaning out old clothes, and getting tiny tasks we never get done done. Polishing cuff links. Washing the toothbrush cup. Planning weekend meals. And in my few brief moments of cleaning up the blog and responding to lovely comments, I found this. He took it for me. It reminds me of this poem by James Wright. I suggest reading it…

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The sum of the spring

Oh, summer. I’m not quite to the point of waving my imaginary pom-poms at your arrival, celebrating the return of vitamin D and an easier pace to the work day. Summer officially arrived in the City last weekend with temperature rocketing over 90, and humidity beating out even that. In full disclosure, this also means that the city smells terrible. I skirt garbage piles and cans as soon as possible, and admittedly scowl at them often. That said, summer also means park time. And it means Walker…