The Writings Of Emerie

2/27/02:

Out there, somewhere, there is a canary with just one wing.

Does she fly with a limp?

2/26/02:

 My pillow still smells of you
 Sleep evades me
 Both just out of reach.....

12/17/99:

last. / last...

The word is significant for its opposite meanings.

When you read about something being "the last resort," or "the last hope," or "your last chance," the sense of finality, completion, and closure is clear and ever-present.

But then we speak all the time of holding on to a moment or a thing, or preserving a delicate or perishable object "so it will last." When used this way, the word speaks of continuation, sustainment, and infiniteness.

How intriguing that a singlesupposedly simpleword can reveal itself to be so complex as to simultaneously conclude and endure.

Note, 12-24-99: I realized later that I had been influenced in writing this by Rupert Holmes' multiple uses of "last" in his song "The Last of the Romantics." (Another amazing thing: how much we unconsciously absorb and remember. The mind is marvelously bewildering.)

11/11/99:

Untitled

(originally written in silver ink on black paper)

The steady vibrations and gentle whispers transform, quickly but softly, into a persistent and calming rhythm, like the quiet start to an unfamiliar drum solo.

Sight returns, bringing with it brilliant constellations of light. Then the great masses unobtrusively become distinct rows, curves and blocks. The stunning dots gradually drift farther apart, defining their shapes and asserting their independence. Some of them move along unseen paths in the blackness. Large patches of emptiness interrupt the constellations, creating a lyrical interplay of light and dark. In a surprise move, the many glittering gems cease to be simply floating beauties and attach themselves to seemingly familiar forms.

Then, suddenly, the jolt of the ground meeting the plane’s wheels startles the passenger out of reflection. Still, it does feel safe and comfortable to touch solid earth. The solitary thinker realizes that seeing and hearing the music of the stars of Earth from above brings a new perspective to living under the constellations of the sky... And to living within the stars of home.

3/97:

IsThatYouSam (a story I wrote a long time ago)