Something Lighter
I’ve been heavy lately, too much Unbearable Weight. What’s a girl to do? Comply for a brief bit with the masses. The masses, even of blogs devoted to writing, write about what they had for breakfast, they write stories from the five-and-ten-cent shop, they write about some pretty meaningless things. Though too much meaning is heavy and we all know how heaviness is held by the masses. Heaviness is like brick walls, sometimes they smash into you.
I ate piece of toast with olive oil for a late breakfast. Atop the toast Simon sliced some parmigiano and some pomodori. I swept the vestibule then returned to my desk to eat. The toast flew to the floor, my shawl ran through gathered oil and absorbed it; the oil streaked my skirt. I don’t like when oil gets on clothes. It’s a hell to get out.
I don’t have a cheap story; though I just wrote an Open Letter to The Sherwood Anderson Foundation.
The cats are getting cold out there in the piazza. The tramontana comes cutting through the high mountain passes and sends their fur into shivers. If you live near Rome and want a kitty please let me know. Max, white and grey, climbs up the ancient staircase so he can gaze into my window. He stands aloft and releases a heart-arousing meow. I let him in. Right now I have two purring kittens on my lap. They are not mine. They belong to no one. They want to be warm.
Last night after wine I tried to read Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius by Jose Luis Borges. I think I should be sober.
Tomorrow Simon is going to Amsterdam for two nights.
Next weekend there will be a merry festival in Bracciano. There will be singing and dancing and open cantine from which locals will peddle their wares and goods and foods, such as crostata and bistecca and baskets.
This week Simon made two new websites. One is called Imaginary Lines, which he hopes will create a dialogue on the experience of national borders: separate is not equal. The other is named Fashion Under Fire and will be fun; we will criticize all fleeting fashions, literary, clothes, electronic, tutti! We would like to have contributors, so if you have some bone to pick, let us know.
That’s enough.
Ciao! Ciao! Ciao!
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