Sunday, March 20, 2005

Correspondence?


But what about the 'burning desire' to contact the author? The author: pseudonym? anonymous? amorphous? intangible? You would only be contacting yourself.


Wilson Duff to Lilo Berliner
20 August 1973
(Quoted by Phyllis Webb in "Nothing But Brush Strokes", 1995)

I meant to write a letter to cyber space today - really to the other & again the other on the other side of cyber space. I got caught up in all sorts of deliciously dilletante activities of small consequence, large indulgence - walking the streets around here with their brickbox houses & snowy porches, then descending to the river's edge, changing directions out of an exhilarating & kindly warmish wind - flipping through poems (by Susan Musgrave) & straining through a charmingly angry article about psychobiologic critisism by the quaintly brilliant Phyllis Webb - discussing which song & why now & Hey!!! Teacher!!! Leave those kids alone - appraising the contents of the vegetable drawer & adding what was missing to a list for Yves to go foraging after - taking in a reading by some Jamaican author on the Sunday CBC radio that was (I had to admit it) admirably funny, alive...So the letter turned into a note which turned into a quote which pushed for a note...

2 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

lol. I have many days like this. Where I plan to do something and it just slips away amongst all the other things I am doing.

8:45 AM  
Blogger djuana said...

Yes - day of clouds or a cloud of a day - I prefer the former, at least it can feel full to stimulating over-flowing. A cloud of a day, though - well the best among them yield calm, the worst, something like anxiety on the verge of suffocating you - guilty conscious getting your number (not yesterday though - smile)...

6:50 PM  

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