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By Mona (Mona) on Sunday, February 24, 2002 - 09:49 pm
Thunk Driving It's so hard to get out of bed at 530 I hit the snooze just 15 more minutes Im not sure why I avoid the peace and quiet and the feeling that everything in the world belongs to me as I get in the car at 640 the sun is just beginning to rise and I remind myself to remember to turn off the headlights when I get to work I try not to think about how much time it will take me to make my destination as I check my watch to see if I can beat yesterdays time I check the rearview mirror to see whos in the race with me who ever got the worm is long gone I strategize tonights return before the day has even begun yet I do not feel a sense of dread toward the day but excitement of being among the first to see it begin as it dresses in purple robe and pink slippers I roll down the window to feel the chill and freshness of the air reminding myself I keep my eyes on the cars way ahead of me I create a blanket of space around myself from the fast lane comfy and warm sharing the day with Alice Sara and Vinnie I push aside the wishes for traffic report taunting me into thinking there may be another way looking for speed in the face of the slow easiness of the morning the yin and yang that is so much me I hear nothing about the 880 south thinking there must be some mistake I surf for another wave that confirms this is all too good to be true as I see red dominoes fluttering toward me I become a confirmation that I have become a part of something that the traffic copter does not see I realize I am becoming a part of something I do not see and they do not see and we cannot explain why we are a part of the red worm that pulses north and south and west why never east as I reverse my direction I admire the dusk check my watch and hope to hear a traffic report before my chance for an alternate route has passed me by as I pass it by I wonder if it really is a better way to get to the place I call home but cannot enjoy for more than a few waking hours before I sleep and start it all again I love the coming home through the maze where everyone is always complaining and I see I am above the view and above it all except the thin red curving line of my neighbors I am reminded of living in the mountains on a foggy morning when all around me has been drowned by the thick blanket of cosmic snow that gives me the sense of solitude and peace and loneliness and longing all at once I wish that I could just stop at the top of the maze and absorb the mood of dusk above the city feeling its pulse lift me invisibly but I have become part of the worm and my neighbors carry me pushing and pulling home |
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By Elisabeth (Elisabeth) on Monday, February 25, 2002 - 09:10 pm
This is a mesmerizing piece, very enjoyable. I like the seamlessness of going and coming back. I didn't get Alice, Sara and Vinnie, singers? I like "red dominoes fluttering toward me" and "the yin and yang that is so much me" oh yeah, and the "red worm that pulses north and south and west why never east" and I wonder why not east too? It's very dreamy and feels authentic. Nice! |
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By Eithne (Eithne) on Tuesday, February 26, 2002 - 08:23 am
Lovely. Really invocative of blood pumping through veins. I really liked the line, "I do not feel a sense of dread toward the day but excitement of being among the first to see it begin as it dresses in purple robe and pink slippers". I also didn't get who Alice, Sarah and Vinnie were. My first thought was that they were children, but on a second read, I suppose not. Singers would make more sence, but maybe you could make the clue more obvious. |
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By Eithne (Eithne) on
Tuesday, February 26, 2002 - 08:24 am
Oh, I almost forgot: I love the title! |
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