The Free Play/ Second Proof
Authorship:
“Just because I tell you something doesn’t
mean that you own it.” He is talking
about other artists infringing on his intellectual space. We sat on a slightly
up-tight couch - the kind that looks inviting but betrays basic creature
comfort. Having finished breakfast he spoke those words and I remember thinking
to myself that that line (his line)
would be a great first line of an essay: My
essay. It seemed to me that by speaking it he inadvertently offered up a challenge.
But no body quotes anybody anymore…what’s the purpose?
Swimming:
The pool in the backyard sits empty all
summer long. In autumn it fills with leaves and a few worm riddled apples until
winter when snow covers everything up and the pool is as close as it gets to
filled-up. By spring the snow melts, ducks move in on their way to cleaner
waters and they feed off the pool’s dredge. Mosquitoes gather in the swamp-like
condition of this mini-ecosystem where raccoons bob for apples. The bleached
out cobalt plastic blue liner invites all living things to its environ… except
swimmers, no one swims in the pool.
Making the Bed:
What is worse than insomnia? Insomnia times
2: Two people lurching through one another’s exhaustion. There was no clock
next to the bed and we neglected to set a phone at arm’s reach so neither of us
have an actual account of what happened that night. But in the face of so much
potential, we were robbed of the one thing we sought, earned and assumed
mutually: sleep. It’s inexactness and
solitude being even more intimate and allusive than other nighttime pursuits.
In the aftermath (dawn) he made the bed tidily. And I thought of my landlady in
Paris years ago, Helene, at 82 years old, saying to me as she insisted on
helping put fresh sheets on the mattress, “No one should make a bed alone.” Indeed!
And I smiled at my new witness making the bed. We were not alone.
Jobs:
A study came out last week ranking NYC as the
most expensive city in the United States to live in. What a racket. It seems a
waste of money to pay for a study to reassure the rich and poor alike that the
expense of living here is real and worth it. Who paid for that? I want in on
that game! The taxi driver, the artist, the lawyer, the stripper, the dilatant,
already know that NYC is about the ability to bleed cash. On a Monday I was
ridding 120 soft-boiled eggs of their shells to sell in sandwiches: that is a
job, my job. Icy fingers, eggshells, organic, locally laid eggs from pure-bread
Brooklyn chickens, boiled 7 minutes … when all of a sudden an eggshell cut me!
My blood exposed to the air and red dousing a pan of eggs (all bad now) that
will never be sold. Who cuts their finger on an egg? : People with dangerous
jobs.
Soothing:
It is soothing to think that in serendipity
there is meaning but equally a loophole or exit.
It is not Tiger Balm. Purrrr.
Authorship:
So the girl that works down the hall from me
in the most expensive city in America will bike ride home. I offer that “It
looks like rain but I did not expect this” And she says, “The weather; she
makes her own decisions.” That is just one day buttressed by anonymous quotes by
actual people.
Julie Ryan 2012-2013
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