Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Sensoral Meandering

My dream vacation includes the following things: (for summer):
A. long-grass, live classical music, tea in jars with sprigs of lavendar, mint or rosemary, sun-bathed yellow wallpaper, 19th century portraits in oval mahogany frames, bicycles with baskets in front filled with baguettes, duck, jam, pate, olives, cheese; poetry readings, high school literary magazines, gallery receptions by painters we know & love, natural tree-crowded parks with lakes and ducks, talk of: magick, astronomy, healing, observatories, literature, math, space; hiking, college performing arts, languages.

B. space centers, gardens, arboriums, air-conditioned museums, aquariums, lectures, making art, making paintings, writing fiction, meditation, yoga centers, being a gym rat, Self magazine, spiing classes, swimming pools, working into the night, drinking under stars, fountains, reading

C. salsa, south street seaport, As-Am youth culture, cars with red interiors and wholesome Americana, lefty festivals, lonely planet guides, pho, putting on plays,ugly cheap curtains, flowers out of bath tubs, weddings, some drama, some lite scandal, some lite crying, lite gossip, sandals, floral dresses, sandals

My dream moment right now:
big comfy bed with light but very voluminous comforter of silkyish material, satin pillows, tucked into a corner nook of sun-splashed walls with odd attic-like stickings-out, with at least two cats and a dog, something like Phillip Pullman, the smell of Eagle Brand Medicated green oil, chao' with chicken. A low fever. The heater running.

Where we'd rather be than here: New England, upstate i.e. Bear Mountain, Hudson River, Long Island, Pennsylvania, India, Myanmar, Viet Nam.