Memory-imbued, haunting, Doug, with much story in little
suggestions---excellently succeeds!
You first have us in your bed in your room, hearing folks elevator'ed as we
soon will be---leaving the 'nothing-fancy-here-hotel' sounds and homey
breakfast smells for our tour of old Europe working hard to survive.
"we rise too" gets me out of bed with you [so to speak] preparing to observe
a strange place of strangers rushed and grim, trying to meet our [and their]
needs.
I dig up some of this feeling from having visited Hungary, my father's
parents' birthplace, their relative comfort disturbed as political forces
sent so many folk to USAmerica [and Canada?] to start all over again,
leaving a desperate place.
Best,
Judy
2009/9/30 Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]>
> that voice ethereal
> soaring wafted
> into elevator
> rising in some
> small hotel in
> some small city
> in what used
> to be east germany
> constant & craving
> we rise too
>
>
> [sometimes a lyric (nostalgia) just hits one)
>
> I enjoyed the other snaps today, all those short shots....
>
> Douglas Barbour
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>
> http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/
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> Latest books:
> Continuations (with Sheila E Murphy)
> http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=664
> Wednesdays'
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> http://abovegroundpress.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-from-aboveground-press_10.html
>
> Take away my wisdom and my categories!
>
> Phyllis Webb
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