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- From: boutell@cshl.org (Tom Boutell)
- Subject: Re: thanksgiving
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- Organization: Cold Spring Harbor Labs
- References: <p94l8cc@fido.asd.sgi.com> <1992Sep1.074550.11428@alembic.acs.com> <1992Sep1.161540.10520@murdoch.acc.Virginia.EDU>
- Date: Tue, 1 Sep 1992 17:49:06 GMT
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-
- Quite a thread we have going here.
-
- Last year I went to my now - ex's for Thanksgiving. (This isn't the ex
- I Feel Fine about, incidentally.)
-
- The intent was that we'd go there for the afternoon, then continue on
- to Connecticut for my cousins' Thanksgiving, which is generally a blast,
- even if Uncle Bill gets drunk and insists on loudly asking why there has
- to be a separate bowl of vegetarian stuffing. (Hey, we didn't make a fuss,
- trouble, we just wanted to eat too.)
-
- That didn't happen, because my father, who's one of the better sorts you'll
- ever meet but believes, mistakenly, that he knows the distance between
- any two earthly points, was under the impression that Wayne, New Jersey
- was close to Newtown, Connecticut. (It isn't.)
-
- So we stayed put. And I tried to cope with her relatives. And we watched
- "Avalon" and she made snippy little comments. And I wrote the following and
- went to bed.
-
-
- Thanksgiving
- ------------
-
- I am walking amid the openings in families,
- Hovering in the shadows of them,
- A marginal face,
- Just off camera.
- The histories stride toward me, then turn,
- And I am left indeterminate.
-
- Watching Avalon on TV in the late evening,
- My stomach heavy - laden with stuffing,
- Other people's fireworks bursting overhead,
- I step lightly out of the screen,
- Turn to watch the picture,
- See the newest and oldest children
- Take their private, unaffected steps.
-
- Those steps are stumbles and straddles and spins,
- Beautiful, imperfect things,
- And the eyes of the dancers are blind to them,
- Like swimmers without masks,
- Underwater, adrift in bubble and wave.
-
- My mask is on, and I can see the progress of the moment,
- Swelling off - key at the dinner table.
- And I can wish myself unmasked and adrift,
- Sight abandoned for the chance of movement,
- For the right to dance, and take the hand of each.
-
-
- -T (11/91)
-
- (She didn't understand it)
-
-
- --
- Tom Boutell, boutell@cshl.org
-
- Clausthaler is the best non - alcoholic beer in the known universe.
-