jolie laide

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.


You are sitting there, in your car or on a train, and suddenly you are rolling backwards. But it's not you moving, it's the car next to you going forward, giving you the feeling of sliding away, smoothly, with no effort at all.

He has a fresh sunburn and he is drunk, like he has spent the day, beer after beer, outside in ferocious sun. He lurches towards me on the train platform, his eyes glassy, unblinking and a heart-piercing blue.

The music in my ears sings "I dream a highway back to you..." I close my eyes, lift my chin, pretend the light coming through my eyelids is the light of dawn and not the blare of subway overheads.


Blogger cherrydragonut said...

Ah yes, reminds me of when I put my feet in the water at the beach and how I seem to be moving backwards in the sand when the waves roll back into the ocean.

And spinning backwards succumbing to him, would his kiss be any better if we were looking at sailboats in New England instead of the tugs on the Promenade? If the lit torch was a lighthouse? Pineapple Street can be so difficult when you are driving a 60,000 lb vactor, and his kiss would have transformed me no less if we were standing in an apple orchid or leaning up against my stove. It was him long awaited and it was time. And I saw nothing except his unblinking gaze. Twinkling- Marcia

11:43 AM  
Blogger cherrydragonut said...

I think "long awaited" really made the kiss so much more powerful. I had a year to fantasize on this guy and when it finally happened, I was in heaven.

For many women, waiting and taking it slow creates the anticipation of really wanting to be touched by that person. But alot of men, might say, why wait?

I really love your blog. It is my favorite. It is beautiful to read. The pics are amazing, the closeups intimate and you are the most brilliant writer I have encounter in ages...maybe ever, poetic and with substance and heart.

I toast you as being premium in this age of letter writing and emailing. I am glad you are here. And glad for the term jolie-laide. It encompases so much. Thanks.

11:58 AM  

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