Even more difficulty in focusing
Tuesday, January 12th, 2010Even more difficulty in focusing came from the call of the owls from either side of the courtyard. I wanted so much to see one of them coast by. I thought back to my mother and I at the Merritt Square Mall in the parking lot at midmorning, both of us looking at a decoy owl on the coping thirty feet up for ten minutes tricking ourselves into seeing it turn its head or ruffle its feathers. Things out of place in the sad order of our world have the power to become far more fertile grounds for memory (or exaggeration) than their contextual counterparts. I think this is maybe one of PK’s draws on surrealism. These things set off chain reactions of assumptions that can quiver the foundations we rely on in other systems or entities. I recall reading about a coyote wandering into a Quizno’s in Chicago and nosing its way to a cooler full of drinks. (more…)
