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Mundane.......dispiriting.
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Calabria......earthly transit........material transmutation.......care......engrossed.....cinematic prose.......epic.
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Lyrical depth.......all of creation.
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Incursions of modernity are minimal..........ancient.
Freshness......sense of discovery......
Freshness......sense of discovery.......
Totem.................tragic........plot......character.....performance.................peasant customs.
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Clarity................
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Wit of a silent-film maestro.............................sustained..........Elegantly staged accident.
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Absurd.
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Rigged..............deftly.............most Newtonian of his farces..........
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Intrinsic preposterousness...
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Philosophical stratagem.
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Accessible and endlessly mysterious........
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If you pay attention....
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Grasp the connections..............................startling.........shocking..............angle of vision.......
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Disparate..........lingering.............
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You have never seen anything like this movie, even though what it shows you has been there all along."
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'You have never seen anything like this GARDEN, even though what it shows you has been there all along.' (My version of A.O. Scott's sentence.)
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How to describe what you've just read? Inspiration via words.
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A.O. Scott is a film reviewer for the New York Times. I read his articles with a pen, circling & underlining phrases & words. Later, I put his words & phrases into my journal, written by hand. Seeing his words/phrases I see gardens. Stories of gardens.
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The best gardens contain all of A.O. Scott's words/phrases.
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Gardens are where all resides. Metaphors for living. A moat of grace.
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
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My paternal grandmother played the newspaper on the piano. Her brain translated words/letters into notes. I translate stories into gardens. Forms of synesthesia?
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I took the pic in France, a private garden.
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A.O. Scott words from his recent NYTimes article, Eternal Complexities Of the Very Simple Life.
3 comments:
A poem you offer.
A garden is a poem.
I have a friend who is a synesthete. She is a gifted musician who has always "seen" musical keys as colors. As a child her mother painted her bedroom lavender, but they had to repaint it because she was uncomfortable "hearing music in C-minor whenver she was in her room." She was actually featured in an episode of "Medical Mysteries." Very fascinating that your grandmother heard pitches when reading words.
hmm. Fascinating language- a moat of grace. That I will have to ponder. Grace feels more like a fountain to me, moats more redolent of caution, protection and stillness.
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