“He suffered as he’d never found someone or some idea from which he could take courage. I felt I was looking at myself.”
This week, we’re presenting five vignettes by David Mamet. Today’s vignette: the man with the companion animal.
Art: Detail from Ivan Makarov’s Unknown Man, c. 1880s.
Although this romantic ideal works for some, it has become a too unrealistic fad. There is still romance in excepting your place in this world with comforts in healing by staying idle.
Give the mountains your arms, your legs, the pulled tight ligaments and the recoil at knees.
But give the prairie your back, your core, your history.
There is an abundance of highland walkers, ones that fumble at the bleats of snow-cast sheep or others far from my river with dhal recipes aging with hills.
The prairie is modest, with understated honesty.
Walk a peak and where did you go?
Walk a valley and see how far.
mysilhouette asked: Where was the earthquake?! I've been saying all day it is earthquake weather and I'm in LA
Forty miles off the coast of Ferndale, it was pretty aggressive and we’ve had thirteen aftershocks.
I am not this form.
Not this body.
I am every shore.
I am everything left behind.
There is no poetry in the tide.
It does not live or die.