THE RABBIT BOXING SCENE
Always stays with me, that one - Edna
O'Brien, page 312, Country Girl : something
about it, don't know why - like only a fragment
of a thing, a haunting fiction but based in life
moreso; just like Nature and all the rest of our
days - wherein we see only what we want to
see, the real, sometimes fake, and the fake,
sometimes, real. Had I the arms to form a
fashion - maybe then there'd be a list to
listen for. As it is, instead, there's nothing
like an A-list here at all. Nothing
big-time going on.
-
Some men pride themselves on voice until
they pass away : loud or questioning or
officious or vague or stern. The verbs and
adjectives with nouns and adverbs, all that
tendentious stuff, rattle away, clanking off
one another like a steamboat trolley
off a sideways shore.
-
I'm thinking here of the grandfatherly, lonely
types : they sit around at stations and bars -
talk about weight and cookies and Plato.
No, they don't really talk of these things
at all. Only the real, or only the false.
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