Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Interlude prolonged

The previous posting dates
from Monday, the 5th, and
the one which follows dates
from Tuesday, the 6th. To 
my satisfaction they give an
authentically lovely effect,
of a world where they belong
together. Theirs are search-
ing, candid qualities, not per-
taining to red mug, blue linen 
in the native sense but to its 
explorations since 2010.

I resorted to my telephone on 
the 8th, to reserve the entries
in draft, when I learned I would 
be away from this page for sev-
eral more days than expected. In
reposting them now in their or-
iginal sequence, I position that
absence in the past, but still

Readers have therefore seen these
postings but not this interlinea-
tion. I lately came to my house and
paged the lead surgeon from my busy
cardiovascular intervention, which
had taken me by surprise and not a
few infusions of greatly disorient-
ing medications, to tell him that
although there were some bleeding 
to report, I was resting quietly on
my back, reading funny stories from
The New Yorker. He told me this was
the perfect thing to do, and that I
was plainly on the right path. I 
didn't think it necessary to say, 
these were pretty severe satires
from Dorothy Parker. I'll smile, but I like it to be for a good cause. :)

I wish people who come to this page for delight to feel the per-sistence of miracles behind it. I just come to say, I know ours is a beautiful study, that no refine-ment of the native gift for it is ill-pursued; and that if we happen to cite Clément Chabernaud on the cable-knit turtleneck, it is not for lack of miraculous precedent. Whose miracle is this, anyway, we ask each other, as uncertain as March: the ultimate grace note of the sweetest heart ever to engage in cinema, or the inexhaustible autonomy of delight? How does all of this go on, with so little general uproar of cognition?  

In the hospital, a friend brought me the inconceivably worst piece of literature for this proposition, yet I doubt that I'd ever have found its perfect magnificence in any other setting - Jack Kerouac's delirium tremens saga, Big Sur. Against a ghastly authenticity in remembrance there lay that paradox of an artist giving life and loyalty to his narrative of excruci-ating helplessness, which allows us to regard Guernica as a brilliant Stubbs.
At the same time, there were wonderfully kind notes from friends I had asked for permission to say I was afraid. This is what my brother asked of me one night. I hope I was so generous.


  1. Welcome back. I had wondered where and what you were, and your post gives just enough details for me to furrow my brow. I wish you much relief and healing.

  2. perhaps said friend knew it was kerouac's birthday today?

    please be well.

    your absence has been noticed...


  3. Dear Daniel, I comment with regret here, myself, on what furrows your brow about the place. I suppose I should make clear, that my regard for Kerouac's classic is not drawn from my experience. "Relief" and "healing"? Two of the more beautiful images ever to be mounted on the page, and do i mind that it took a welcome visitor to do it?

    No. Thank you.

  4. Ah, chère B, I now have something of a very clear impression of being well as an admirable project in its own right. I am not always seduced by admirable projects, but the challenge in this one is appealing, the distinction is alluring, and the comparative handsomeness of the result is not to be dismissed. So I thank you for that encouragement, and with all the free time I expect the project to allow me, I can try to improve things around here.

    The birthday of Jack Kerouac? Thank you for the celebratory reference. What an image it brings to the place.

  5. Good to see you back! I've been looking for you:) Best wishes for you your health!!

  6. I am just catching up with your posting over the last few days - it has been a time of midterms, much grading, and a trip to NYC for a long weekend.

    You were in hospital? I hope all is now well! I wish you, as always, the best!

  7. Welcome back and wishing you a speedy recovery!
    Cura ut valeas

  8. Oh, Linnea, you will certainly be having some wonderful experiences - I did think of you in this busy time. Thank you for your thoughts.

  9. Dear Blue -
    Midterms, I know! Suddenly I need assistance with some rides/drives and all these scoundrels are being examined at the same time.

    Plainly one thought of you in whether even to drop word of this at the blog, but your excellent handling of such information made one think twice about neglecting it.

    I happily take you up on the best, by the way. One woke up. :)

  10. Yo, Derek, this phrase you adopt is quite a lot like what I know you to think. Possibly I shall fine one sometime to do the same for me. Thank you.

  11. You are in my thoughts and prayers for a most speedy recovery.

  12. In mine with gratitude, Bruce, for being here for it.