Friday, August 10, 2007

Talking the Walk


Picasso ceramic vessels,
1951-1969.

Yesterday I sat outside the hospital on a park bench in a state of enforced quiescence.

Waiting is easier when unenclosed.

I inspected lines and architecture and the amalgam of structural additions.

I counted windows.

I noted the cultivated curves of dwarf juniper set to relieve the cement of parking lots and painted cubicles for cars.

Tectangles and rectangles. Enforced dimensions. Geometric imperatives. Efficient. Orderly. As reassuring as grammar.

I watched a pair of gold and black butterflies bobbing on waves of air.

I saw three crows rise like letters against a blue and white tie-dyed sky.

Impulsive patterns. Other laws. A more subtle enforcement.

The auguries of ordinary things.

29 comments:

Ric said...

Here this morning waiting on news of wife's brother's surgury. Know the feeling. Do you suppose the architects keep same said thoughts in mind while designing?

Steve G said...

When I find myself sitting or I should say lying in a dentist chair...waiting on the man. I usually count the number of squares that frame the ceiling light. There are 96.

Amy Lavender Harris said...

"Rose like letters" -- beautiful image.

Bernita said...

I suppose some may, consciously, Ric, because our minds do seek subdural reassurances in physics and form, but the impratives of structural integrity are paramount, I would imagine.
Like writing.
I hope it goes well.

Funny how often we see refuge in mathematics, Steve. I am reminded of Kipling's "Kim" where the boy averts hypnosis by repeating the multiplication table.

Thank you, Amy.
"One crow, sorrow; two crows, joy..."
I count the crows and I repeat the litany to deny it. I did get a "letter" this morning though...

Jaye Wells said...

There is something soothing in the symmetry of architecture. Perhaps because it counter-balances the chaos inherent in life.

Bernita said...

Architecture may be soothing because it represents a pattern of visible control, Jaye.
Nevertheless, I am not sure that life is as chaotic as we like to claim.

Charles Gramlich said...

"Writing is easier when unenclosed" is a great line. I'm not sure I agree, but tis interesting. Also loved the line about the crows. Beautiful.

Bernita said...

Thank you, Charles.
That's "waiting..."
I find worries ping-pong in a closed court and I am wounded by ricochets.

Marie said...

'Bobbing on waves of air' - great image!

spyscribbler said...

How is he doing, Bernita?

The Anti-Wife said...

You have such beautiful descriptions. They really help me see the blandness in my writing and try to enrich it.

Bernita said...

Glad you liked it, Marie.

Spy, he's doing fine! Thank you.

Thank you, AW. It's always a struggle to avoid the easy fix of the postcard effect.
There's comfort in conventional phrasing and it has its place, but I constantly try to *see* what I look at - beyond the superficial.

Carla said...

Lovely phrases.

I'm so glad to hear he's doing well.

Seeley deBorn said...

In architecture, I prefer simple clean lines, modern in look and feel. My words though, tend to ramble and turn as they provide more description than is generally required.

Bernita said...

Thank you, Carla.

Seeley, who decides if it is really "more description than is generally required."?
There are so many lovely kinds of "architecture."

kmfrontain said...

It's odd what moments make us see the world more clearly and in a state of utmost calm.

Beautifully written, Bernita.

Bernita said...

Karen, thank you.

LadyBronco said...

Oh, my...I love that pottery!

My place of employment has very interesting architectural lines to it. I could sit outside and sketch the building all day.

I find it to be very inspiring.

Ello said...

What a beautiful post! My favorite line is "Waiting is easier when unenclosed." I have to agree with that statement wholeheartedly. It is why so many of us feel the desperate need to seek out air when faced with stress or other emotionally wracking situations.

You are a lyrical writer and today your writing really made an impression on me. I've never heard this line before but I believe I will be quoting you for a long time.

Bernita said...

Reminds me of Mexican pottery, Lady B.
The atrium of this hospital includes some industrial style steel beams - painted cream, they are ionic.

Thank you, Ello, for the lovely compliments.

writtenwyrdd said...

Beautiful use of language, as usual. I'm glad everything went well.

Bernita said...

Thank you and thank you, Written.

Chumplet said...

Symmetry in architecture is an imitation of symmetry in nature.

My husband and daughter share the same eye when catching geometrical shapes and patterns in their photography. Partial views of buildings, close ups of texture on wooden doors, rough patterns of brick surfaces.

Shesawriter said...

I used to do just that. Sit and watch. But as I got older, I stopped. Kids. Hubby. Appointments. Homework. Housework. Being the resident psychologist. Let's just say ... stuff ... got in the way.

I really miss it.

Bernita said...

Sometimes a rectangle is just a rectangle, Chumplet.
Sometimes it is not.

Memory holds open the door, Tanya.

writtenwyrdd said...

BTW, in light of the earlier blog on voices, I was trying to be descriptive and came up with the rather overwrought "her voice cracked the air like thunder."

I'm keeping it in for the nonce, as it fits the scene. As always, your writing is inspirational.

Holly Kennedy said...

Lord, Bernita, every time I read your posts I shake my head, thinking: Lovely. This woman's voice is simply lovely.

Hope you're having a wonderful summer :)

Bernita said...

Thank you, Written.
Would that be dialogue taggish or her standard habit of communication?

Holly, thank you.
You must know I say exactly the same thing when reading your prose.

writtenwyrdd said...

Oh, more a tag. It's a description of a Moment.