are we dazed or dancing...
Date: Wed, 16 Oct 1996 07:58:20 -0400
To: Carolyn L Burke
From: louern@vif.com
Subject: are we dazed or dancing...
Dazed and dazed...
go by.
dreams and caffeine dancing circles together
dancing dancing...
measures of reality
but for fractions of seconds...
they dance, like Ramona does
in our heads.
she heard a noise and looked up to see four black private school girls
brush
by her. they sat two on either side of her, shouting through her face.
she
found them somewhat amusing. eventually, her thoughts turned to Frank,
where
he were, what he could possible be doing, but the constant drone of
accented
bilingualism penetrated her eardrums and she became totally immersed in
their conversation about economics class, and Mrs. Schoflecher. the bus
jolted, and she picked up her things. Clunking down the steps onto the
cold
street, the temperature was about freezing, she guessed. Her stomach
felt
the cold air since she had undone her coat on the bus, and the plastic
heel-support of her burgundy loafer kept rotating around behind her
shoe,
and she was worried it was going to fall off, or break.
I am starting to have these weird but clear visions of what or who I
will be
in 20 years. Not the futuristic longings of the optimistic university
student, but the dramatic realizations of who I really am, and what I
really
need.
And... with the sound of Andri agassi beating the ball at the french
open
downstairs, I am swept further and further towards the east...and
finally I
find myself roaming the large streets of Paris, maybe starting at
l'Opera
Garni or looking for Willi's Wine Bar...these images so intense, nothing
like those of other places. maybe it is, as you say, we remind you of
valerie, and you us of France. I should tell you, it's a long
complicated
story as to why it was very unlikely for me to grow so fond of your
France...A story of explorers, politicians, and human nature.
the circular nature of things never ceases to amaze me.
'dear no one, amongst discussion of the essential nature of human
beings,
choice vs. instinct, and the rapidly evolving environment that surrounds
us
all, I am compelled - wait a minute-now there is a woman praying at my
side.
I suppose she is facing east, but I wouldn't know where east was,
nevermind
have the conviction to ask a total stranger if I could pray in her
office...
yikes. Again. Yikes.'
like I said
dazed
dazed
and more
dazed
a whirlwind of emotion had got me in it's grasp naturally I am flattered
but how long can it last
©lmp