Friday, November 25, 2011
There is a moment with eyes closed of finding a hand with my hand. The hand slowly recedes from my hold - all I can think is, of course this is what happens. It's a well-grooved narrative, like a record playing. I stay, wait. Then the hand surprises me, pauses. Maybe doesn't want go on record as the one to slip away, or maybe curious to feel what happens. But I got nothing but stillness. My very best innermost nothingness.
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(HB CSB!!) Just finished reading Keith. An amazing final scene with mother. "Two bars of 'Malaguena' and you're in." The end. You say, "This music thing" ... I see Sade picked up a guitar lately, too. xoxo
Hiya,
yes, it's beautiful that Keef ends with his mother and Malaguena, and the idea that in some sense we are always performing for, seeking the approval of, a few key formative people in our lives. Sade and guitar! will have to look that up...
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