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Sunday
May022010

Silks, Woollens and Lisle

It's Ok about not getting to my piece. Here it's another Sunday already and May Day 2010, a thing of the past. I appreciate your comments no matter when I get them. I understand where F. is coming from. She's told us more than once how almost any book bores her now, so you can imagine what she thinks of our writing. Poetry is her thing at the moment. Touché says Carlo who finds novels mindless with everything all spelled out (an extreme view). As one of my colleagues at St. Hildegarde said last week, just take one little four-line stanza of Dickinson and see how loaded it is. For me, novels spin it out more but often with the same result. The plot is supposed to be incidental, some experts say.

Funny how I've always controlled who I swear in front of. Certainly never in front of my mother. That has to be a respect thing. In my memoir writing I feel free to do it as I'm there with my own thoughts and not worrying about who's reading it (most of the time), so I can let 'r rip! It's revealing, isn't it though, in whose company you can swear and in whose company you feel you have to control yourself. I only do it in front of one sister (out of the three), not really generally in front of my daughters, although they swear plenty in front of me (they know me), absolutely never in front of my mother-in-law, and not really in the company of my son-in-law. It’s not always about respect either. In the company of certain friends, I feel fine. With you I have no problem. Sarah, you’re hilarious in your last email with all the carrying on about puns and double entendres. But we’re hardly bad. I told you before; I was always a good girl.

 I just discovered the amazing poet, Sarah Cohen who teaches writing at the University of Washington in Seattle. One of her pieces appeared recently in the Paris Review, Spring issue of 2010: Her ‘Invisible Hand’ reminds me just a little of Elliot’s Prufrock (“Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare”?). Again, the eternal expounding about choices, living with them … or not: 

 

"After a disappointment in early life Adam Smith gave up all thoughts of marriage". And then, 

"The silks of France will always be finer than those of England,

And the woollens of England finer than those of France,

And we are born wanting

And want until we die."

Speaking of silks and woollens, did you know I wore lisle stockings and cotton bloomers as a Loretto Academy girl through most of my grade and high school years and that I hated washing the long stocking (attached to garter belts) and so the stiff feet (shaped thus with natural perspiration) looked like a work of art when I hung them over a chair at night, ready to slip on again in the morning? Did you say what era was that? I can tell you more.

I loved your Fitzgerald quote from Gatsby. I agree that the past could be quite inadequate were we to relive it now because, hopefully, we have evolved. Francis and I have been talking about that past lately. I think I am brave enough at this point to begin sending you some of the memoir involving our liaison back in the days. Working on it.

Adria

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