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Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
embark
The word has been standing alone in my mind for weeks now. Embark. A command, an invitation.
Three days ago I left Santa Fe. What is beyond the horizon? Unknown splendors of New Orleans, some rock faces in Alabama. Couches in Brooklyn and the Outer Banks of North Carolina. I will return to my alma matter and the residue of four years spent in study, stress, companionship. For the first time I will make the pilgrimage to Italy, place of my ancestors. It is a whole lot of country and a whole lot of history. On the radio we hear word of tornado refugees, and of the death of an enemy who defined my generation. Advancement along the highway affects my mind, like a thread connecting information, distance, time. Last night, dark driving through east Texas, it seemed as though I could feel the past rising like vapor from the land beyond my headlights, the current between my life and lives that have come before.
Three days ago I left Santa Fe. What is beyond the horizon? Unknown splendors of New Orleans, some rock faces in Alabama. Couches in Brooklyn and the Outer Banks of North Carolina. I will return to my alma matter and the residue of four years spent in study, stress, companionship. For the first time I will make the pilgrimage to Italy, place of my ancestors. It is a whole lot of country and a whole lot of history. On the radio we hear word of tornado refugees, and of the death of an enemy who defined my generation. Advancement along the highway affects my mind, like a thread connecting information, distance, time. Last night, dark driving through east Texas, it seemed as though I could feel the past rising like vapor from the land beyond my headlights, the current between my life and lives that have come before.
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