The downward slope of the road makes our feet flop as we head toward the
stream. Chris shows me some stones he's collected while I've been sleeping. The
pine smell of the forest is rich here. It's turning cool and the sun is very
low. The silence and the fatigue and the sinking of the sun depress me a
little, but I keep it to myself.
After Chris has washed out his underwear and has it completely clean and wrung
out we head back up the logging road. As we climb it I get a sudden depressed
feeling I've been walking up this logging road all my life.
``Dad?''
``What?'' A small bird rises from a tree in front of us.
``What should I be when I grow up?''
The bird disappears over a far ridge. I don't know what to say. ``Honest,'' I
finally say.
(ZAMM, Chapter 22)
On Oct 22, 2012, at 5:03 AM, MarshaV <[email protected]> wrote:
>
> fugue:
>
> This sight is comfort. Dreams held in a glass globe. Observances of
> holidays and tragedies, visions of silence lacking grammatical rules. Logic
> pitted against honey. Smooth granite wrapped in torrential flow feeling the
> crush of the immediate. Insight.
>
>
> On Oct 21, 2012, at 5:42 AM, MarshaV <[email protected]> wrote:
>
>>
>>
>> Marsha:
>> the art of philosophy, or thought/form as discovery?
>>
>>
>> fugue [fyoog]
>> noun
>>
>> 1. Music: a polyphonic composition based upon one, two, or more themes,
>> which are enunciated by several voices or parts in turn, subjected to
>> contrapuntal treatment, and gradually built up into a complex form having
>> somewhat distinct divisions or stages of development and a marked climax at
>> the end.
>>
>> 2. Psychiatry: a period during which a person suffers from loss of memory,
>> often begins a new life, and, upon recovery, remembers nothing of the
>> amnesic phase.
>
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