ick. there's some kind of oily stuff on this keyboard.
Here's a little game. Guess where these texts came from, besides the mouths of the people in my voice and gesture class. actually some of the sources I can't remember but most of them I can. side note: i left an apple in my car for a day and it turned winey. ick.
Jennesa: There are faces I can never look upon without emotion. There are words I can never hear spoken without almost beginning to cry. It's folly to believe one can ever fully recover from a disappointed passion. Such wonders always leave a scar. And then I did the simplest thing in the world: I leaned over and kissed him, and the world cracked open. (henry wadsworth longfellow and agnes de mille)
Sarah: When I was sixteen I made the discovery--love. (tennessee williams, streetcar...)
David: I had the feeling I always have just before violence--empty of all false dreams. It was a failure. If I can't resolve my differences peacefully, I am less than human. (guy who wrote the 'doom' series)
Jessie: I told you before George, you've only got one set of teeth. Let them go once, and they're gone for good. Look at my teeth. I wasn't born with better teeth than you, but I take care of them. I massage the gums, use wood points on them. Teeth are very important. You know, my teeth were what first attracted John to me. (not sure)
Elena: I am like a bee caught in honey--life is so sweet I don't want to give it up. And yet, the more I hold on to people and possessions, the more I feel trapped, limited, and confused. (alan watts, age of anxiety)
Helen: I wait. I compose myself. (margaret atwood, handmaid's tale)
Alison: I drew a line. There. In the center. Yes, I said, laying down my brush in extreme fatigue. I have had my vision. (virginia woolf, to the lighthouse)
Maria: I'm just a tenant in that house, and that's all I ever was. (not sure)
Emily: Nobody'd be different. The only thing that'd be different would be me. Not that I'd be older or anything. I'd have an overcoat on, and pass by those puddles on the street with gasoline rainbows in them. I can't explain what I mean. And even if I could, I'm not sure I feel like it. (salinger, catcher in the rye)
Ama: I don't work. The children are hungry. And the animals in the backyard are starving. I draw maps of stars. (joy harjo)
Valeria: Ukryla, ukryla. Muszile passive. (sounds-like Cortazar, Hopscotch, in russian translation)
Melissa: I'm far away and I'm feeling alone. I've got one week behind me and six more to go. If I could see you I'd take off your clothes, and we'd lie in the garden and watch the weeds grow. The grass is so high, I can't see over. (mirah)
Liza: Talk softer. If I could sleep, I might make love. I'd go into the woods. My eyes would see the sky, the earth. I'd run, run, they wouldn't catch me. Nature. There's something dripping, dripping, in my head. My heart is dripping. (beckett, endgame)
I had a strange dream two nights ago. I was in some city, seemed too short for new york, maybe warsaw, but it didn't seem foreign. it was almost night and a bunch of planes just flew over the horizon, very low over the city, and release all these black missiles. i can see them coming in my general direction, so i move under this concrete awning of a building. it occurs to me i might be able to get inside, and i try the door. i'm very surprised that it opens. inside, it's this dark empty-corridor hotel, very reminiscent upon waking of the remodeling communist era hotel where tika and i illicitly spent a night in warsaw (the doorman pocketed our money and made us keep the window in our room closed, and the sink wouldn't drain--there was a greenish tone to the light shining out of open doors on the curving corridor). In awhile, I realize the Germans aren't going to destroy the city, they're just occupying it. Then the hotel comes to life, full of people. Unlike before occupation, any sorts of couples can stay in the hotel now--gay, lesbian, straight, mixed race/nationality/religion/age--the only thing is, each room is labeled with a placard on the door according to which type of couple can stay there (I think this part of the dream may have been partly sparked by Carmen de Lavellade talking about touring in America in the fifties, and a hotel in Las Vegas draining a whole swimming pool after a black woman performer tauntingly dipped her toe in). I was with someone, not sure who, and they let us into a staff room i think, cuz no proper room was available. the floor was shiny yellow parquet. that's all i remembers.
posted by Liza 17.7.03