Anodyne
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
 

Same Old Thing in Brand-New Drag

Clear in the west tonight, days incrementally lengthening, rich scents of earth and blossom.

Road salt along the margin where the sidewalk meets the windows, dry powery dust. Tracked through on everything: the front room carpet, the office carpet, the tiles.

The sun shifted along just enough to rekindle the illusion of depth in two-dimensional things. I find myself watching light more than ever before, the way it wraps and contains a magnolia bud, a vendor's sharply drawn-back hair, my brother's cocked wrist.

Recent reading:

Laurie Colwin, Home Cooking
Edward Chancellor, Devil Take the Hindmost: A History of Financial Speculation

Fred Herzog's photographs, up for discussion today by Evan and I. Evan's observation that, in these images, powerlines seem to tie the fragmentary, still cohering, and sign-filled city together. Mallarme's "forest of symbols." As opposed to, say, the conservative red-brick community center going up at Main and Kingsway, or yet another shiny white glass condo populated by actors and new media people with short black coats and chunky black-framed glasses.

(Photo credit: Fred Herzog, Howe and Nelson)
- posted by cjb @ 6:21 PM


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