Your particulars in this give many thought-pauses. As always, I appreciate
the humour---a balm---as well, of course, as the figure of
dust-recollections and scatterings.
Having taken as stark a move as you describe parenthetically, and after the
same number of years, I now feel that moving forward out of much deep
thought and self-daring brings the people, memories, and joys that I had so
wished for. I'm carrying the past with me in new ways.
All the best in "moving house", Ken.
Judy
2009/12/22 Ken Wolman <[log in to unmask]>
> SILVER PLATE AND MIKASA CHINA
>
> They were my mother's and I inherited them
> only because I was not a daughter
> and her daughter-in-law had defiant tastes.
>
> The silver is plate, Potemkin sterling, but all the same
> it soon will need cleaning, and I can smell the memory
> of Noxon and the flannel cloth--
>
> and the china has an ornately vulgar Rococo pattern
> to remind me of Kubrick's interiors in *Barry Lyndon*.
> They've been stashed away for over nine years and
>
> when I take them out to move them
> the dust will scatter and I wonder as I wander
> what I shall find stashed inside dusty recollection.
>
> KW/12-22-09
>
>
> [A souffle hard-won, facing a solitary move to Pennsylvania from New Jersey
> after 33 years--hard-won because the only thing more frightening than moving
> is staying put.)
>
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> Ken Wolman
>
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