shimmering

 I've been keeping my eye on how often Handke likes to use the word shimmering.  One could indeed write a whole book on it, on him, under the aegis of this term. I say this with confidence now, more confidence than when I was a few earlier books back, because of the extraordinary passage on pages 94-95 where looking at the beauty of the woman's face he enacts a whole drama of receiving "the happendings in someone else's face" and this "overpoweringly gentle manipulation had incorporated his limited personal life into the face of mankind, in whose openness it would go on forever."  94

how well that all could be read, re-read, mis-read, deconstructed, or reconstructed etc etc.  His search for the forms---why does he not use "archetype"?  He has a conversation with these friends as strangers that takes place in an archetypal space or realm of juxtaposition, contradiction---he wants to speak strongly aloud, he wants to be nothing.  Then he thanks them for a bite of strudel and the evening sitting with them under their lampshade.  

He flies to Denver, rides in a bus out into the snow.  Radiant daydreams, the journey within himself.  

{the late morning sinus? headache--an advil, dark chocolate and touch more of coffee.  Waiting for Pablo and piano midday.  If.  Deep wiki gossip search into the story behind last night's gold medal couples figure skating story, French won, American couple dashed.  Quite a long complex tale therein.  The precious inner world of ultra competitions.  I could easily imagine wandering as Sorger is doing, in fact I did do some of that.  That trip to Haight Ashbery, driving from Chicago to Pueblo, Colorado with Doris/Isa.  Driving with Mark years later all the way out to Bemidji, MN and flying back to NH.  Another drive when I stayed in Michigan with Dick and Sherri, Lansing.  Handke's way of describing it all as wholly inward travel "longing for an invented world that would permeate the real world and incorporate it in one vast invention."  105  Have never read any writer who does this.  Brilliant.  Perfect.  Is he writing solely for other INFPs!!!??? silly ideas

why should I be reading a few pages and then writing some comments about it?  

"No ecstasy! (Never again). To conjure up ecstasy, he looked for a landmark.  In the snow-covered, sunlit gully he distinguished a shimmering furrow--the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.  Involuntarily he cried out, and a faint echo came back at him from a bush.  He was overcome with melancholy and lust." 107  

He had found out his old ski instructor friend had just died, visited the funeral home where the body lay.  

"Fervid expectation . . . everything is (perfectly) possible, and just as an earthquake gave rise to a human dance, meaningless being alive engendered a meaningless game."