New Year's Resolution
I'm in Seal Beach: currently a 3D daguerroetype of landscape and fog. I'm in Siena: Zbigniew Herbert is the docent and he's taking me from Senius to Good and Bad Government to a luna plena : Above the Piazza del Campo-- luna plena . Shapes harden. A chord is strung between heaven and earth. Such a moment gives an intense feeling of crystallized eternity. The voices will die. The air will turn into glass. We shall remain here, petrified: I, raising a glass of wine to my lips; the girl in the window arranging her hair; the old man selling postcards under a streetlamp; the square with the Town Hall and Siena. The earth will turn with me, an unimportant exhibit in a cosmic wax museum, visited by no one. * I don't really do resolutions--except on a daily basis--but I'll try. I've had my coffee and scone and now I'm walking it off. I resolve to floss more often (dentists have been harrassing me for years). On that note I duck into Sprouts and purchase...