Sunday, April 08, 2007

Top-heavy

Shadows of moments stick with you but they're hard to articulate. There's a few every day, especially if you actively cultivate mindfulness. But the problem comes for the writer: are these too sublime, too other to ever translate into this mode of smbolic expression, the only thing we have to really influence each other and pushc our interpretations on each other. So where do I get off even discussing this stuff: a momentary glance to find a parking lot onscured by flurries that are gone as soon as they're noticed, thed flitting of a moth on a jade tree that needs to be watered, a blackboard's graceful arc downward through time and space, a cloud on the western horizin looming over the human spires of hospitals, streetcar wires with flahses of arcing electricity, doors on the seocnd floors of buildings leading nowhere, blurs of lighter and darker areas on the inside of your eyelids. I know, I know. My writing is too top-heavy with this kind of stuff, with no real attempt at synthesis any more. I'll try; I promise. But not just right now.

They make me realize I love this city more and more. What if this is the just society we've strived for. Not just in a legalistic sense, but just in a poetic sense? Wat if the skid row rubbish is as important as the north-of-Bloor mindsets and houses. What if they stand in dialectical opposition to each other? This city has a unique ability to offer juxtapositions of all sorts: million-dollar homes across from the projects, subterranean physicists walking amongst bearded and spiked crackheads, Anglo-saxon sensibility permeating the pure life pulsating from the hole-in-wall immigrasnt food jounts, steaming up the windows and threatening premature enlightenment. What about the nihilists, dreamers, Platonists, cynics and theists doing the same strange tai chi forms? Something has to be said about that. But not right now, because it wouldn't turn out well. Besides, I love suggesting, not concluding.


Consider: "It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now."

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