The curtains part as if inside a river in the snow. We’re sitting in a fancy Chinese restaurant to see a play. The waiter brings us wine and waits to take our order. On stage an ancient erhu, shown in silhouette behind a hand-painted screen is set to play (I read from the program) ‘theContinue reading “Puppetry Redefined”
Should you be interested, the relevant passages in Proust for ‘I am falling asleep…’ can be found on pages 162 -169 in the new translation by Lydia Davis of Swann’s Way. Penguin Books. The USA edition, 2003. Such riches indeed.
There was a time when he was always taking long aimless walks, but today it’s different. He has a goal in mind, a date deep in the Combray countryside. The landscape expands as he travels. His parents have returned to Paris in preparation for Madame’s gynecological appointment (though Marcel did not know this), so he’sContinue reading “I am falling asleep, Marcel says, taking a young girl in his arms.”
Becalmed brides, sisters, speech so faint the spider, who can only know land as a wave of webs, could hear their voices only as the distant, fallopian sounds he always heard at human birth. The tension in his eyes was like a wake of cold water, as if the sea had parted and gravity hadContinue reading “St. Lucy’s Gown”
If Polyhymnia could be a winter afternoon’s great beauty, or night, as it fills the moon’s girth with still translucence restored from earth… If Polyhymnia could be like the sleigh we got for last year’s Christmas day, not so hot for winter’s snow, but good once spring’s trapeze and high wire act started up… IfContinue reading “Polyhymnia Disinterred”