["young man" -diane arbus]The Broken in Paris is a lovestory: the making of monuments, the tiny wool coats made for little girls, the Algerian barkeeps. Silence is hard to find or bestow, but it gets repaired in conversations between mothers and sons, with oysters by the Seine, by handholders. I find myself many times upon the bridges: someplace between joy and weeping.
Formalities are also quite lovely here. Most frequently, it is the Americans whom disrupt them, but it is good and interesting because then you can note the Nature, make a sketch of the structures. I appreciate them a lot- and they are adding to my conceptualization of both freedom and will. (more on that later) There is a lot of play when you are working with strict bounds, I like this, I like the movement in it, and going in between.
i don't know if this is relevant to your thoughts on freedom and will, but i wrote a blog post recently on the recent claim by some Princeton guy that the universe has free will: http://thehopefulmidwife.blogspot.com/2009/03/free-will-vs-indeterminacy.html
ReplyDeletethere is no such thing as free will, and absolute freedom is a terrible idea. i promise to justify these remarks if i ever write a doctoral thesis. cheers! ;)
ReplyDeleteBeth, just finished reading the blog from start to finish. The post about breaking up with the piano and us moving furniture up the stairs was sweet. The post about the dim(er) German stable hand was good, also.
ReplyDeleteYou should receive one box of books and your papers this week. I put the other box in your storage unit. You will be happy to know all your possessions are in good condition and there is no humidity in the unit.
I am happy to go back and mail the other box if/when you feel more books calling your name. Only $253, or something like that.
I sent a suitcase full of your clothes home to Colorado for your sister. I am sure mom will have a wonderful time arguing with Kayle over which items will or will not be worn to school! Ha!
Sorry to be out of touch. I deleted my facebook account a couple of weeks ago. It was liberating. Of course, my only news is that we have been working at a frenzied pace preparing for "little sister" to arrive. The upstairs loft has been transformed to a second nursery. We are more or less ready. Save a name. Save a name. Any thoughts?
I miss you and am very proud of you for making your own way. I'm throwing my arms around Paris, and you. I love you and, I also, prefer not speaking about it.
chris
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