Thursday, February 02, 2006
today's walk is brought to you by the silver shoes
And somewhere in there. Somewhere, how? Somewhere this afternoon between the chocolate protein shake replacing breakfast and lunch and dinner and the critiquing of poems with a classmate and the pulling down of the too short skirt and the pinning of the torn blouse and the rip in the boots and the long drive and the tired and the hopeful and the speaking and the nerves, came an idea.
My idea. This idea to shape the book, to sculpt the book, to finish it, to make it done, a parallel, an arc, a language, a core. Days ago, my science love had his own idea, discovering cells. He wrote to me. This is it, my breakthrough. I know you will not understand.
This is it, my breakthrough. I know you will not understand.
How was there room in my head? How is there room in the book? How, how, how to do this. The microscope, the slide. I gather needles.
I do not understand but I know. I do not know but I believe. I do not believe but for a powerful, powerful sense of YES.
Posted by Alison Stine