jolie laide: Because Today

jolie laide

I started this when I lived in Brooklyn and struggled for grace in a city that grants moments of beauty and ugliness breathtakingly close to one another. Now I live in a place where things are a different kind of ugly and the beauty is pedestrian. I struggle with that.


Because Today

Because today my mouth is full and my hands are full also.

Because today on the train I saw a woman who could make words with her hands, slicing the stale air into meaning, her red sleeves signalling as sure as a toreador's cape.

Because today my world is pinned to my hip, its deep and imperfectly healed wound, its relentless metronome as I walk, its restless unclaimed invitation.


Blogger slickaphonic said...

I think sign language is one of the most beautiful things to watch...

11:20 PM  
Blogger ttractor said...

it was stunning. I have been meaning to see some poetry performances when I next find out about one.

9:46 AM  
Blogger Dr. S said...

I am sorry your hip was hurting (if I read that aright).

One of my friends used to do theater for the deaf, and she and her colleagues used to dare each other to slip absurd things into the middle of, say, Hamlet.

I also have a friend who, one summer, was taught the supposed etymology of the sign for "alcohol" (a young evangelical teetotaling woman told him that it derived from "devil" because "alcohol is the drink of the devil," though in this story the devil had four horns and so we didn't much believe in her).

10:06 AM  
Blogger ttractor said...

yes, Dr S, part of this was a (hopefully) eloquent bitch that my bum hip hurts...and that without being able to run I am compelled out of frustration to walk a lot, and that I am feeling the effects of a relatively chaste existence.

Perhaps, with a nod to Slick and another piece she wrote, soon I will write about my world being pinned to my ass! or my forehead or my elbow, or this itchy scaly spot on my calf...

12:03 PM  

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