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last week i decided that i needed to infuse myself with vitamins, so i went on a spending spree and came home with ginkogin (ginkgo, ginseng, and garlic, in one redolent tablet), flaxseed oil, and other herbalific treats. now i'm sick anyway. just a cold, no biggie, but still. bah. humbug.
went to yonkers for the first time this weekend, to a christmas party hosted by a friend of the boyfiend's. we were operating on c.p. time in a major way, but i think i made a decent impression by making a fool of myself learning how to merengue with all the hottie dominicanas. these things happen when only 2 straight men show up for parties and they're both married.
christmas was quiet and mellow and work-filledi think next year i will ask for no gifts from the family. sturtle's blogger secret santa was fun though: radiohead live cd from gentlementle.blogspot.com (you got my offline thank-you card, right?). and i got great stuff from neil: a vintage lunch box with matching oven mits, a chinese good luck charm that he insists looks like me (it's a yellow feline creature with white whiskers and red lips), chrome wonton spoons, a knit hat that says "romania," and lots of help entertaining nine dear friends for brunch on christmas day.
i'd like to leave 2001 with 3 images:
one of kid koala,
a great scratch dj
that i heard
open for
radiohead
in august;
one of mariah carey,
just because;
and one of a new site design
that i'm playing around with.
i need some new sites to keep up with: sometimes sites give up the ghost, sometimes the work curdles. tentative new year's resolutions (for myself, not others; those come soon): keep cards close to my chest; don't playa hate; finish some of the books on my shelves; bench full body weight; move forward creatively.
i've just begun samuel delany's (i first read about him surfing from a pink narcissus fan site) autobiography, the motion of light in water: sex and science fiction writing in the east village, partly because it was listed "out of print" on amazon and i bought the first used copy as soon as it was listed. i'm about sixty pages into the first and singular chapter of the book, "the peripheries of love" (i love that subtitle). this appears before the first sentence:
the delicate purgation of a tongue- marilyn hacker, from "the terrible children" (1960)
turned back upon purgation: paradox
within a more intriguing paradox
of involuted mouth. the large eyes' long
panes reflect ritual violence
hung in a room apart, the separate
bright strands conglomerating intricate
woven patternings of death and silence,
the geometric flights of music, each
intoning a formality in speech:
if you are angle, i am complement.
if you are circle, i am circumscribed.
if my hands mold, yours is the form described.
your voice is my familiar instrument.
i sound a note, and you complete the chord.
your eyes are an inscription in my hand
that reads my face and tells me what i am.
my singing resonates beneath your words.
a move completes a move; as games are played,
if i betray, you are the one betrayed.
involuted: (botany) having the margins rolled inward; having whorls that obscure the axis or other volutions, as the shell of a cowrie
circumscribed: with a line drawn around; encircled
-courtesy dictionary.com
posted December 30, 2001 in delivery, print. 2000