A profound question: Is all of life really about preparing to die? A Catholic woman once told me so
Month: September 2005
Made recently (pictures to come): “river rocks” dress, two bias skirts (one a bold swirly print, the other tiny polychromatic paisley), a gypsy muu-muu (decorated with real Afghani coins). Just started an olive-green velvet skirt with godets. (Illusion)
Nemo is sitting on Gary’s shins (G.’s in bed reading Foodboy by Carol Swain). Nemo is staring right at G.: “He can’t stop staring,” G. says.
Suddenly I understand a word: cathexis.
(Get it?)
With the twin occurrence of the end of summer and the end of New Orleans-as-we-knew-it (although I didn’t know it as I have never been there 😦 ) I find myself even more than usual interested in organizing things, all the debris and fabulous surpluses of my daily life. Some primal part of me believes that if I just DO MY HANDWASHING everything will be OK. Seeing it hanging over the tub is amazingly consoling.
The government, it renders us… parentless.
Or it’s like… our parents… are crack addicts…
Is it wrong that, given all the human misery, I keep thinking of the animals?
It’s just that they’re so innocent, and they trust us so entirely…
A fleeting thought today… “must buy… second cat carrier… just in case…”
The Big Difficult
(a sonnet for Katrina)
Wind.
Water.
Fire.
Theft.
Rape.
Destroy.
Poverty.
Neglect.
Sick.
Pain.
Pain.
Kill.
Pain.
Death.
Otohime 