One of my favorite posts of yours. My favorite line: "Other than the weary Diaspora of memories and letters tucked away or carried about by aging or dying friends, the evidence that my parents worked and loved and married and divorced and fought wars and concluded peace and drank and sobered and laughed and cried and did everything at full human volume only remains here now, in this attic, under the blue burial tarps," followed closely by: "The attic view ranges out past our long expanse of lawn and a majestic oak; it winds along the harbor’s edge and then opens out towards Monhegan, past nameless islands and the cold curvature of open sea."
“An old age deterioration that would not be denied by a premature death in the family”--just one of the many exquisite phrases here. What a beautiful glimpses. I felt I was standing there alongside you, looking out that attic window.
The time-lapse deterioration, the monitoring ghosts (they do), the Frisbee’d records, the lives lived and the man who keeps them alive, for all of us. Thank you.
Oh, Kimberly, that's exactly right. That's exactly what I'm up to. Thank you for getting that. I don't know if you're the first to feel their pulse, but you're the first to say it explicitly.
Oh my gosh, thank you so much. My mailbox is blowing up already! I loved everything you said and may have to ask your permission to put it on the back of my book!
One of my favorite posts of yours. My favorite line: "Other than the weary Diaspora of memories and letters tucked away or carried about by aging or dying friends, the evidence that my parents worked and loved and married and divorced and fought wars and concluded peace and drank and sobered and laughed and cried and did everything at full human volume only remains here now, in this attic, under the blue burial tarps," followed closely by: "The attic view ranges out past our long expanse of lawn and a majestic oak; it winds along the harbor’s edge and then opens out towards Monhegan, past nameless islands and the cold curvature of open sea."
“An old age deterioration that would not be denied by a premature death in the family”--just one of the many exquisite phrases here. What a beautiful glimpses. I felt I was standing there alongside you, looking out that attic window.
Thank you, Holly. There's room or more than one here. 🙏
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A lovely meditation, Adam. The slow pacing and the absence of heat in your language amplify the impact for me. Thank you.
Thank you, Joshua – and for the opportunity to share my work here and for your kind words and recommendation elsewhere.
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The time-lapse deterioration, the monitoring ghosts (they do), the Frisbee’d records, the lives lived and the man who keeps them alive, for all of us. Thank you.
Oh, Kimberly, that's exactly right. That's exactly what I'm up to. Thank you for getting that. I don't know if you're the first to feel their pulse, but you're the first to say it explicitly.
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I'm enjoying my crash course in Musicology, though I may need to go back to 101 before I take your advanced studies.
Love the whole winding journey of this. It's true the crazy things your mind does when you are alone in a place with so many memories.
Thanks, Deirdre. Of course you recognize it. (I hope I did you right in the recommendation this morning.)
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Oh my gosh, thank you so much. My mailbox is blowing up already! I loved everything you said and may have to ask your permission to put it on the back of my book!
Granted. I'm very connected to your work.
Poetry in prose, Adam.
Thanks for the opportunity to post here. 🙏
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