I want to write an
honest sentence; rather, I want to write a not dishonest one. The
double negative gives me an out, for that is what I hadn't not
intended to say. ALL CAPS HELP MAKE THE POINT MORE PRECISE, like
sharpening a pencil with an air hammer. Our country has jumped the
shark: that reference comes from a sitcom; that is also relevant.
The depressed people on the video used abstract language only. She was
worried that it was getting worse. He was terrified of something
about to happen. There was a forest where you couldn't hear a tree
fall because there were no trees. No bark, no birds, nothing but the
rustling of plastic refuse below the idea of a canopy. Leaves are the
history of that idea. The house that contains them is smaller on the
outside than within, a cinched belt that leaves small trails of dust
down each corridor and before the toilet she sat on during the
missile alert, contemplating her end. Where oh where have
the nouns gone that got us here, the rich ones with lots of letters,
lining up like squares of chocolate at a pot luck? When I curl my
shoulders forward and put my chin to my chest, I am that girl again,
the one who said “space waste” in lieu of how she felt. It's a
kind of dementia, depression, displacing truth with metaphor,
metaphor with blurts of sound. Air raid sirens didn't go off that
day, a first clue. Still, we considered last
words when only dust would become of us. Post-trauma, we're reborn as
someone who just resembles us. As Sangha and I entered the hospital
elevator, a tiny baby was wheeled out on a cart. A local man,
tattooed, looked at me and said, “that was the scariest drive I
ever took, 10 miles an hour.” After the phone call about where to
put the car in case of nuclear attack, they hung up and screamed.
Shoshona Felman said she sent the right letter to the wrong address.
It had something to do with Lacan. Later, Sangha asked about our
first drive. I sat in the car, while the others bought formula; a land
mine survivor approached with a smile and a bowl. I didn't tell him
that.
--23 July 2018
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