so anyway, i’m playing with these pictures and with the idea of what text+ photo would look like in my blog. obvs need either more practice, or a sitebuilding teacher.
i was waiting for the nightbus around 1 am at papineau, one of the last (hopefully) cold nights. a couple behind me in the bus line started dancing, and this wouldn’t have been unusual. but they were practising increasingly complicated steps, with switches and twirls and curtseys, and everybody started smiling. then the bus came and the driver had the front window all made up with plastic flowers and plush toys, and a bowl of candy for the passengers. apparently it’s ‘la semaine de relache’ – school holiday? more and more colleges here are going on strike, so i’m completely out of the loop on who’s studying and who’s not.
in the same vein: yesterday on the 80 down on parc avenue, a lady in a swirly silver-sequined skirt and a gold-sequined beret started playing a small harmonica. a guy was standing opposite her – very normal looking, except his face was painted like a cat mask – nose and moustache. we saw him keep the rhythm, then approach her and start talking, then she played another song and he accompanied her on her tambourine. it just felt so reassuringly logical that these two people should have met and interacted.
i went to have a haircut and spent an incredibly long time (with melanie, haha) being styled by student-hairdressers who had to consult with their teacher before cutting any 2 hairs. now my hair is layered! and ‘texturized’, for whatever that means! and straightened! (i have pictures! the straight part will disappear in about 1.5 days, so.) anyway, while we were waiting to pay and leave, an arabic man comes in with his wife, and we somehow realize that he’d come with her for her haircut, in order to give instructions on how her hair should be cut.
i walked up saint-laurent to bernard/st viateur. i hadn’t been there for at least one season. something small has changed, disturbingly, i can’t really pinpoint what. the mounds of grey snow are melting into small lakes, there are sales on ugly dinosaur-like shoes in outlandish colors. every possible type of garment is almost plausibly affordable, or almost fitting, almost-almost necessary but not really. right after dark (18.10 pm) i had a twinge of fright that it was the anglo bookshop on st viateur that had closed, disappeared – but no, that one’s still there.
Down near the bottom
of the crossed-out list
of things you have to do today,
between „green thread”
and „broccoli” you find
that you have penciled „sunlight.”
Resting on the page, the word
is as beautiful, it touches you
as if you had a friend
and sunlight were a present
he had sent you from some place distant
as this morning – to cheer you up,
and to remind you that,
among your duties, pleasure
is a thing,
that also needs accomplishing
Do you remember?
that time and light are kinds
of love, and love
is no less practical
than a coffee grinder
or a safe spare tire?
Tomorrow you may be utterly
without a clue
but today you get a telegram,
from the heart in exile
proclaiming that the kingdom
the king and queen alive,
still speaking to their children,
– to any one among them
who can find the time,
to sit out in the sun and listen.
– Tony Hoagland<a
1. allo darlin’ – my heart is a drummer
„…and when you call me, on the telephone my fingers will still twist through the cord
and I’ll slide my feet up and down the wall,
…but I know that I’m stronger than you are
…but I know that I’m stronger than you are.”
2. fleet foxes – helplessness blues
3.the decemberists – january hymn
4. emmy the great – where is my mind
5. said the whale – black day in december
(thinking of vancouver a lot!!!)
6. the knife – neverland
7. emily and the woods – steal his heart
8. hungry ghosts – i don’t think about you anymore but i don’t think about you anyless
9. ane brun – to let myself go
10. tango with lions – in a bar