Monday, August 02, 2010

Analect 2.756x



2 August 2010. And why not...endless dance--a sense of what's on the inside. Brodsky's view--"Naturmort"--the brown-light dust, with overhead bulb, a bristling vast and static presence. But I can't be sure on this--the language is sinewy, and loaded--so that his shoe-store denial of the language of physics (my analogy) seems strangely accurate--but accurate to what?

Possibilities of redemption. A small Japanese hole-in the wall on Shattuck--beautiful vegetarian dishes--two distinct flan-like mounds of golden-yellow paste (eggplant tofu) and the brown fruit itself positioned in between. Also a kind of physics--in which the optic nerve--that is, the eye--does all the heavy lifting. Cooks behind counter, sound of accidental ladle gong--everyone turns. Sheepish, meat-free smiles...

Or Tolstoy, a bouquet of flowers, vsyegda...

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