How do you pack all of that into a nine minute read? The spaciousness of this essay, Kimberly! This is amazing work. All the metaphors in space and in music -- the instrumentation undulating in the sweet way of otters or kelp. The space between generations, between people, inside of people, the fleetingness of this marvelous show. The extended metaphor of the subway car brain! Just wonderful, my friend. I enjoyed every sentence. And I think so often, especially when around crowds, how glorious it is, how miraculous, to be in any moment at all.
A gem, of course. Your tale reminded me of recent posts about the anniversary of the Titanic's titanic demise. Details of what the orchestra was playing at the last, while the few in bobbing lifeboats looked back at the moonlit deck, churning under the stars with tuxedoed high rollers and other rollers.
I remember coming across that interior of a cello picture haunting in a way - I didn't at first know what it was, and it looked beautiful but also a little crazy. Gorgeous writing here.
Enjoyed reading this so very much!!
That makes my heart so, so happy 💚🥰
So beautifully written and captured. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks so much, Kim.
Is it me, or is there a shortage of cornstarch!?
We're just all eating a lot of gravy! :)
How do you pack all of that into a nine minute read? The spaciousness of this essay, Kimberly! This is amazing work. All the metaphors in space and in music -- the instrumentation undulating in the sweet way of otters or kelp. The space between generations, between people, inside of people, the fleetingness of this marvelous show. The extended metaphor of the subway car brain! Just wonderful, my friend. I enjoyed every sentence. And I think so often, especially when around crowds, how glorious it is, how miraculous, to be in any moment at all.
Aww James! You're far too kind. I'm so glad you enjoyed it and feel the same. And so glad to get to read your words here, too!
A gem, of course. Your tale reminded me of recent posts about the anniversary of the Titanic's titanic demise. Details of what the orchestra was playing at the last, while the few in bobbing lifeboats looked back at the moonlit deck, churning under the stars with tuxedoed high rollers and other rollers.
I love how you can see the connections between the threads of these posts that even I don't (consciously) notice. You're so right! Ghost songs...
I remember coming across that interior of a cello picture haunting in a way - I didn't at first know what it was, and it looked beautiful but also a little crazy. Gorgeous writing here.
Isn't it wild? The photographer's whole series is amazing. And thank you so much for reading 💚
I get so much joy from reading your writing. Thank you for this jewel of an essay, Kimberly.
Thank you so much, Janisse. That means so much to me.