Duorno: Part Due
Not really about Duorno himself, this post is more about the spirit of him coming back in my dreams last night.
After a frenzied few hours serving up vodka tonics and bloody marys to a room full of guests (doing what in a dark room, I don't know)--ferrying them three at a time in my hands from some sort of basement preparation room to the party, and yes, there were only these two drinks--the dream shifted, in place and feeling.
I found myself outside of a very beautiful mansion, typically mansion-collonaded, with a tremendous green lawn in front.
And that's where the spirit of Duorno comes in.
I lay down on that carpet and realized it had been freshly shorn. It had shards of grass making a sort of extra-soft layer on top of what was already the greenest, softest grass I'd ever felt. What was most amazing, perhaps, was that the expanse of lawn was on a sort of spring board or flotation layer. The best way I can describe it is as a velvety layer that moved like a "floor" in gymnastics--it moves with you as you do.
In the distant view were autumn trees, densely clustered in a New England-fall way. I lay in that grass feeling peacefully at home, not wanting to enter the house or stand up, and not feeling any timely need to do so. All I needed to do was just stay exactly where I was.
More of the spirit of relieving the madness. I should probably learn to dream when awake...
posted by TK @ 13:44
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4 Comments:
oh big D...
your post made me think of something my friend ryan wrote...
"Sometimes when you sit out in a field in the middle of the night, when all is dark and mysterious, you begin to wonder whether the dark side of the moon is as comforting as that. You consider the fact that, at that point in time and place, all you really need is the view of the stars and the quiet that surrounds you. It's a refreshing chill, hushed up at the heart of that moment, when you realize how superfluous it all is, or rather, how very much of it is. What makes us need more? The knowledge of the other option. If we were to be given a reality and someone was to say, this is it, what would happen? Perhaps we would simply find the beauty in that place, whatever it may be. We don't need much. We just need to live."
that is lovely. although i've always imagined the dark side of the moon is terrifying. this is not to say that i didn't want to be an astronaut for the first 17 years of my life just to experience that sense of the superfluous dropping away, and just...being.
sometimes i think i've gone the other way in being a reporter, a writer: it is a sense of being through EVERYTHING and processing to be. so much to say about this. but i'm not feeling terribly bloggy, unfortunately. i will say, sheleena, that i welcome you to this space heartily.
how wonderful! i like spaces. as does big D. he takes up 2 spaces, maybe more. which is okay because when i borrow him i walk on his feet.
go watch 'waking life'. right. now.
i have seen "waking life," thank you. my memory of it involves some sort of scratchy crayon colors jiggling.
which reminds me of a drawing i watched an old woman make recently: she colored in the background of a tracing of birds and flowers. but unlike the old men and women around her, who left the backgrounds blank, she scribbled in waves of crayon color, pinks and reds and yellows, reminding me of a munch painting. she had so many wrinkles, this woman, deep lines on her face. otherwise, she didn't speak much, so i know little about her.
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