Once upon a time, this blog was going to be all about my pet bird, when I got one. But I never did get that bird. So, now this blog is about the beautiful, curious things that keep me in a near-constant state of happy distraction. Ironically, many people find these writings when they wonder what "peristerophobia" means. It's a fear of pigeons. I've made a bird blog after all.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Then there is a loneliness that roams.
Paul D sits down in the rocking chair and examines the quilt patched in carnival colors. His hands are limp between his knees. There are too many things to feel about this woman. His head hurts. Suddenly he remembers Sixo trying to describe what he felt about the Thirty-Mile Woman. "She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind."
If you still haven't read Beloved, you are missing, plain and simple. It is not a story to pass on.
One of my graduate students is writing on Beloved, and I'm already coveting the chance to revisit the prose. (The passage you quoted has always ranked high among my favorites.)
Annie Dillard could have been writing about me when she said (of herself), "I like the slants of light; I'm a collector." Or Willem de Kooning: "I'm like a slipping glimpser." And don't forget Brenda Ueland: "I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten--happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another." But the Beastie Boys might have said it best: "When it comes to panache, I can't be beat." There's a reason I wear a ring that says Badass.
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It's on the list! And you just inspired me to post a sample from the novel I'm reading, which I feel not enough people have read or heard of.
One of my graduate students is writing on Beloved, and I'm already coveting the chance to revisit the prose. (The passage you quoted has always ranked high among my favorites.)
I think I must have been in a coma when I read it a million years ago. OK, I'll give it a re-go...
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