what to do on the last Saturday here?
"Trembling and faltering, she and the author went on to the next sentence. In between they both shuddered. But without this shuddering the journey would not have deseerved the name. That alone was what validated a journey." 461
I could drive down Isleta and back up Broadway. I could spend the whole day walking the Andalucia circle. I could drive up
and down Golf Course and Taylor Ranch roads. Drive Unser up and down and Coors. Where should I eat? Snack?
What book to read next? Missing Gredos, given that it is Spain, I could have read it as Bela's love affair with Spain.
Today the farewell Friday. Victoria brought us two pieces of carrot cake. Walmart ---- Rose did the toes but both forgot the finger nails.
The Ergo cane did arrive from Florida. Connected to a Dutch medican equipment company. Made in Taiwan.
Read Handke's 2009 monologue, Til Day You Do Part, Or a Question of Light, an answer or reply from the woman present but silent in Beckett's Krapp's Last Tape. This copy printed in India, Mike Mitchell translation into English with texts also in German and French.
That 510 Central art show is still up but I am resisting the notion of going to it. Images from it on Insta show just why one doesn't want to see the whole room of those paintings.
Finished Genet's Funeral Rites last night. A difficult book to read and re-read because his hallucinatory approach confuses even if it is the second or third time you've read it. A perfect aesthetic experience and achievement given his time and moment. A good remembrance of Phil, in its ways. I wondered if this was the book I read on the streets in Buenos Aires, tearing off one page at a time as I read it, as I started to do on that trip, "to save space and cut down on weight" given the huge and heavy suitcases we had then. An amazing, remarkable trip that was, for sure. A true journey. What did Handke say about the shudder and vibration that make a journey?
Saw a brief homage video about him on YouTube. Produced by an Italian company. He still lives in Chaville, sw of Paris. For over thirty years now.
I will re-start The Fruit Thief. He mentions that phrase a number of times in Sierra, and even before that. So it's a thing he's had on his mind for a good while. Another tale about a woman? No, main character is man who goes on a journey after a bee stings him, reminding him it is time to undertake a journey once more.
Forgot to mention to Dennis that the best thing about now is that last year at this time Bela stopped being able to walk!! Thank goodness that is not happening again. I don't know what I would do. The anxiety about needing hip surgery seems much more quiet now too.
Correction---I was right the first time, yes, the narrator is a man but the fruit thief he is looking for is a woman, one he has glimpsed before. One time she asked him directly What's wrong, sir? What worries you so? Qu'est-ce qu'il vous manque, monsieur? C'est quoi, souci?" What are you missing, sir? What is the problem?
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