I imagine you very clearly and that’s just dandy. You’re like a bee on the borage. My friend gave me some dried Scarlet runner beans and I planted a few of them and ate the rest. This year they went crazy in the garden. Tiny red clusters of petals lots of green and these huge pods that somehow remained hidden for most of the season. When the beans are fresh, they are a brilliant dip dyed fuchsia, then they transition into fuchsia with a heart of deep purple speckles, and they end up when they’re dry the color of the hadal zone.
You are so inspiring Sal. Thank you for all your generosity in sharing your writing and everything else you do.
Loooooved this, so many darting directions captured by your structure, the unzipped closures, etc. One Q i had: where are you? are you in the little park on Amsterdam and 110? are you on a bench on CPW? and I question why I want to know so much!
Somehow writing like this makes me think of your amazing garden and all of the various life-forms that find their way in and through that space.
I find that I feel strangely cagey about saying more about where I was, though I was, indeed, in a definite place, where those people and dogs were. Letting some of the context slide out of sight seems like one of the things that makes these pieces work. As if the story is a kind of archipelago, and the underwater landscape is an essential part of the form.
But that said, for you, anything. If you really really want to know, I'll say! (Though your own ideas are so good! Better, really.)
I imagine you very clearly and that’s just dandy. You’re like a bee on the borage. My friend gave me some dried Scarlet runner beans and I planted a few of them and ate the rest. This year they went crazy in the garden. Tiny red clusters of petals lots of green and these huge pods that somehow remained hidden for most of the season. When the beans are fresh, they are a brilliant dip dyed fuchsia, then they transition into fuchsia with a heart of deep purple speckles, and they end up when they’re dry the color of the hadal zone.
You are so inspiring Sal. Thank you for all your generosity in sharing your writing and everything else you do.
I'd love to be a bee in your borage! You and all your doings are likewise a generous inspiration. xo
Loooooved this, so many darting directions captured by your structure, the unzipped closures, etc. One Q i had: where are you? are you in the little park on Amsterdam and 110? are you on a bench on CPW? and I question why I want to know so much!
Somehow writing like this makes me think of your amazing garden and all of the various life-forms that find their way in and through that space.
I find that I feel strangely cagey about saying more about where I was, though I was, indeed, in a definite place, where those people and dogs were. Letting some of the context slide out of sight seems like one of the things that makes these pieces work. As if the story is a kind of archipelago, and the underwater landscape is an essential part of the form.
But that said, for you, anything. If you really really want to know, I'll say! (Though your own ideas are so good! Better, really.)
WHAT A BLESSING! The dogs, the blessings, the oddness of us all. . . captured by your words!
Blessing of the animals, feeding the hungry ghosts…we do live in a surprising and magical world.
Wonderful writing. I love that you leave us with questions.
Thank you! I always have questions, whether or not I say them out loud.
Heart-stopping. Ravishing. I want to get a tattoo of some of the lines in this piece. Thank you.
Bonnie, your encouragement means so much — I am really delighted.
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