The rain continues. Gray rain. The Christmas tree lighting was cancelled last night in Central Park. Again, mine, not the famous one. Today's parade is cancelled as well. Qu'elle damage. I wanted to add to my photo collection.
Last night, I went to an obligatory party. Annual event. Work related. I was tired, which was good because I wasn't tempted to talk much. I sat back with what I thought was bad wine until I figured out that I had been served in a dusty glass that had not been rinsed out after sitting in a cabinet for who knows how long. The chatter went on around me, the chatter of educated people speaking in slightly educated voices. There are cliques where I work as everywhere else, and I listened to their dialogs compete for privilege, one side then another, inside jokes being the trump card as the group turned their eyes to one another and laughed.
This morning I was perusing some web sites of photographers and photographer/critics who opine on one another's works and the work of others with an assured decisiveness, using the same certain language.
There is something wrong with me, I know. I can't help but piss people off. I can only resist, even when people want to agree with me. I can't abide the clique.
All I know is that everything is wrong. There is no right, only things that are neutral and things that are wrong. Given the choice. . . .
If there is anything close to being right, though, it is children laughing. Damn the rain. There should be a Christmas parade.
Just wanted to stop by and say ROLL TIDE :)
ReplyDeleteHope you having a good day and should be a fun afternoon.
Damn it's cold in T-town. 32 at 9am. Now that sucks :)
Cheers to a great game!
d
snowing here...not much but enough to allow for some children laughing!
ReplyDeleteD, Tide rolled.
ReplyDeleteR, The South
Neutral is good for Libras. It is where the balance is.
ReplyDeleteThough the full moon is not good. I stayed in Friday night and watched Out of Africa. I would have been a great friend to Isak, I like to imagine. I cried my eyes out. I've seen the movie a thousand times. I think I cried more, longer and harder than ever before.
Then I watched something that reminded me why I love music so much. The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame 25th Anniversary Concert. Fuck it was good.
Oh. Right. Where were you?
Christmas Parade, rain, children laughing...
angels. But not Rilke's angels. Rilke screwed up angels for me to some extent. Though, little girls and boys dressed in Christmas Pagaent costumes -- angels evergreen wreathes and shepherds with towels for their robes and sticks for staffs -- Mary in blue and Joseph with a press-on beard.
It will be the Christmas Stroll in my little village next weekend. White lights draping the Main Street of old sea captains homes. Choirs singing on front porches, carriage rides, roasting marshmellows over fires in metal cans -- it will be too pretty and it will hurt me. I will cry when I see the Living Creche -- those damn kids. No one else around will be so emotional and I will try to hide the eyewater.
Hannah is in the Nutcracker next weekend too. At least with the Nutcracker there is rehearsal and staging and ballet-director makeup rules and requirements -- less room for letting emotion in. Oh but when she holds her hands in that position above her head-----
Oh Sweet Neutral -- come pay me a visit I need respite.
Yeah.
Lisa,
ReplyDeleteTake a million pictures. Send some.
I want to quote your post in my blog. It can?
ReplyDeleteAnd you et an account on Twitter?