i went out for you today
I went out for you today, to the beach. not the beach where I held the wet stranger in the silence before the helicopter. no, not that one. I went to the one where I practiced cartwheels in the sand, one after another, as the dog barked and someone collected heart-shaped rocks.
I walk eyes shut today and listen.
I am listening for you today.
booming waves, low and wild, paired with crisp crunch of footfall.
the ocean rips, spray rises, foam erupting
fizzing as it races up the tideline.
in the shallows: clap, slap, slop.
ascending, descending, disappearing.
today another dog runs across my track,
skidding eight paces in the sand.
I go back and measure later.
I count curious pinholes in patterns still remaining,
more visible after the sun sinks, when shadows set.
I try to make a perfect impression.
the day you were listening for me:
it is not my time, I said to you
just the thought of it calmed me
as I watched the car spiral into the air
graceful yet struggling, like a fish fighting on the line
today is not my day I said to you,
as twisted metal slid in front of me
and I drove through it, heart pounding.
it was a brutal 90 degrees up there at the cemetery that afternoon
sweat beading down my spine as I ordered the two headstones
and walked the grid alone. Halloween. how goth, I joked later.
you were there, almost a stranger
but not quite
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Labels: birth, connecting, death, locus of control, mail, memory, ocean, proximity, reclaiming, sea, spontaneous, translation
the journey of a letter (two)
Dear Peter,
I know that you are very very tired now. Maybe too tired to read, so you & Sally are together and she is reading this aloud to you. You know how much I love you two, my dear friends, and I wish I could be there right now to spend time with you – to be present, with compassion and love, to keep you company & to be together. You are always in my heart Peter. That may sound corny but it is true! Maybe because I live so far away I always carry this lifetime of experiences, moments, memories with me – so for us it is folk mass (long ago), catching up in the driveway, sitting at the kitchen table, walking our dogs, the hole in the hedge between our houses --- the little moments, the Big moments. I kept the wrapper from the Stollen cake you brought me last Christmas – here – wrapping your letter- because it makes me smile – you make me smile Peter! Thank you for being my friend – I cherish our friendship always.
I found something recently while walking the dog at Half Moon Bay – the beach we walked when you came to visit – yes in August I was walking and when I came up from the beach I stopped with the dog to take my shoe off & dump the sand out. When I leaned on the fence post to stabilize myself, I saw this stone cross inside the fence post – someone left it there.
I don’t always know why I find things but I
CAN recognize their significance – things stick out to me and sometimes they really do
STICK OUT, as in this case! I thought you might like to have it now you know the story and how it reminds me of you, of us, of our walk there – our day together. The stone – I forget what kind it is – it as a nice feel to it and a little weight, feels good in the hand, if you hold it.
I have enclosed some photos from my
Florida walk in April – when I jumped out of a plane & walked 24 miles by myself in the dark on the Canaveral
National Seashore. It was grueling, exhausting, difficult, and at the same time, enlightening. When I was really really tired and maybe a bit concerned about being washed away to sea or stopping and not getting up all by myself, I
found a
letter on the small strip of beach, at my feet while walking, it was tied to a balloon and the wind carried it hundreds of miles then it washed up on the shore at my feet, and I found it in the dark! It made me so happy to know there was communication from a stranger, that this synchronicity happened. I was so tired I could not break the plastic string to open the letter while I was walking in the night but I tied the balloon to my backpack and it knocked around keeping my company. Also, the moon was near full and cast my shadow ahead of me in the sand as I walked. I could now see the shadow of the balloon cast in front of me as well – it really cheered me up and I didn’t feel so alone on my exhausting journey.
I hope this letter cheers you up like the one I found on the beach – and like the balloon I may not be in your direct line of sight but you know I’m with you wherever your journey takes you.
I love you very much Peter – I know you know that!
I will be home Friday ----
Labels: death, fabulous, letter, love, mail, memory, moon, night, ocean, sea, walk
the journey of a letter (one)
2 letters remain unopened.... I have found they deserve travel, a long journey where they can be read and reread for pure delight. I soon head to Oaxaca by bus, 20 hours of bus-ride, for the Day of the Dead. I shall sit in some little cemetery, in some little pueblo, festooned with orange garlands, and sip a white mezcal--like those beneath the gravestones before me had-- and read the handwritten pages ...
gracias,
J.
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Labels: death, letter, mail, memory
i can't spell carriage. C-A-R-R-I-A-G-E.
hopping a flight
i'll be home Friday
THINKING OF YOU
Sally & Peter
WITH LOVE
ALWAYS
anne
kit kats
sugar daddys
candy corn
trick or treat
milk duds
butter fingers
whoH i ate too much candy
I WIN I WIN I WIN I WIN I WIN I WIN
is this a fight? no its a ritual
do you have something to say? i didn't hear you
don't forget to vote. oh, i won't forget to vote
once there were 4 BREAGYs
i met their dad in the 80s
we all went camping in the Catskills & slept in tents
however i haven't seen the BREAGYs since ...
- new hampshire
--- new hampshire
----- new hampshire
. . . . . is that like camping every night ?
are you guys soccer champs ruling the field from yr new roost up there in the NORTH. hey you can learn to drive in a field in a farm truck that's fun. How tall are you and what year in school are you? we went camping and Jack brought me espresso to my tent. wow. now you guys probably DRINK COFFEE because that was years ago. you liked my dog BLUE, she had one blue eye. i think we wore flannel shirts. and chopped wood? I hope you have lots of TREES now. i am going to live in a forest for 6 WKS. i walk a lot. i miss you BREAGYs.
i can't spell carriage. C-A-R-R-I-A-G-E.
love, anne
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Labels: letter, mail, memory, spell, spontaneous
in the numbers
22 FREAKY i just looked this up ::
Michael Hutchence: born 22 January 1960
Jim Jarmusch: born 22 January 1953
Joe Strummer died on 22 December 2002
Michael Hutchence died 22 November 1997
hmmmm
yes i will be writing to Mr Jarmusch
most certain walking something big on 22 January in NEW ORLEANS
xx
a
Jim Jarmusch, Joe Strummer, and Micheal Hutchence all knew one another.
Visiting INXS singer Michael Hutchence in a Memphis hotel, Strummer found the singer surrounded by mini-skirted young women, and asked him what it was like to be a sex symbol. "You're Joe Strummer," Hutchence said, "You should know." "I was never a sex symbol," Strummer told him, "I was just a spokesman for a generation."
:: view a recounting from Jim Jarmusch as told in The Future is Unwritten.
Labels: 22, birth, death, hutchence, jarmusch, mail, memory, strummer
a love spell cast upon this river
hard sweet hard is a love spell cast upon this river of ideas we feed the sea.
Labels: love, mail, map, MRGO, ocean, river, sea, spell, water
what is she thinking ?
hi Dad, hi Mom!
i had a great day, mailed off my application for the Changing Landscapes residency in New Orleans, the 6-week environmentally-themed one that pays a stipend/materials. You asked me when we were talking last week Dad what i was doing with my new $$ art education, and i guess
i am proud to say i am proposing things like this - and, i feel, looking even more prepared, qualified, connected thinking & action etc. all the works i submitted in support of my application were done since CCA and included
major works from Banff and of course
my performance in FLA. i know it is a GOOD ONE!! it is really great for my process and for my thesis (all underway) ... and if i got chosen, that would mean in less than 12 months i went from paying for a residency to being paid for a residency. that is a great maturing of my work. even if i don't get picked, i know i am a perfect fit for this residency and my ideas and application are stellar!!!!!!!!
I want to share this with both of you because i know sometimes (ok maybe many times, over the years!) you might wonder, what is she thinking ???
Its what i do, right?
These projects make me very happy, even just proposing them! i guess it is how i interact with the world. and they help me "connect" my thoughts. ideas with others -some may make a difference i think, even just in little ways. and, in the long run, add to my scope as an artist - where things really are coming together!
Love,
Anne
Labels: banff, fabulous, mail
postmark 04 AUG 08
i've sent off my proposal
hard sweet hard tonight to A Studio In The Woods.
Labels: mail
