now she has stopped,now she has turned
now she's leaning 'gainst a tree, she is crying
The Metropolitan Opera: L’Amour de Loin 2016
Though I've hardly seen or known of her face, I listen to her some nights.
The Swimming Pool 1977
in the swimming pool as I speak
You know, I often wonder
If you could see some part of your life again,
years after you die, which part would you choose?
Hands on heart, I somehow end up watching strangely visceral things on vulnerable days. To know one self, a loved one, grief of losing one or both, and all the strange feelings that sit around death and exploration.
As much as fear is such an integral motif in my life, I tend to stay away from…