Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Small Magic

Next to me: A dirty dinner plate. A mug of now cold tea. Unburned sticks of moxa, a candle to light them, a jar of dirty water to douse them. So many ragged pieces of paper, covered in words. A box of tissues. A stringed instrument from far away--carved images of zebu and lemurs. Stray hard drives, cables. A lit lamp. A dusty capo and tuner. (Dust and dog hair, always.) Take stock, type the words; maybe, for a moment, transform the whole.
Posted by Amy at 11:29 PM

7 comments:

  1. LisJanuary 12, 2011 at 3:23 PM

    The whole. That's what I'm talking about! A collection worth noting. xox

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  2. BarbJanuary 13, 2011 at 7:55 PM

    Ordinary and exotic - YOURS!

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  3. KerriJanuary 14, 2011 at 1:48 AM

    Love that last sentence :)

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  4. Andrea MummertJanuary 16, 2011 at 12:05 PM

    Yes, the conclusion is so satisfying -- the simple taking stock, and transformation is still transformation whether it's for a moment or longer.

    And, oh my god in Himmel, I miss you on Sundays!!!!! And Lis!!!

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  5. Andrea MummertJanuary 16, 2011 at 12:13 PM

    Hmmm - I suppose I should have more carefully read my comment before posting. By saying "still transformation" I wasn't trying to suggest anything lesser about it, just the variability. I hope this makes sense.

    The way transformation can come for a moment, like with a change in the light as a cloud passes, or whatever it may be, is, to me, one of the fundamental things about it.

    Still miss you.

    A

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  6. LisJanuary 17, 2011 at 12:30 PM

    Andrea, we miss you too. (I *know* I can speak for Amy here.) xox

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  7. AmyJanuary 17, 2011 at 2:55 PM

    Thanks to all of you for the kind comments! (And yes, Andrea, Lis can definitely speak for me on this one.)

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