Woman is a place. Just read Angier's Woman: An Intimate Geography, a wonderful book, which did much a few years ago for my envisioning of female sexuality and selfhood.
People are places. Therefore home is likely to be a person. Like you or I, or the combination thereof.
Groundedness is far more based on self-understanding and comfort than latitude and longitude.
People morph more quickly than places, more like frogs or butterflies, but like places in that we keep our foundations. The groundwork, all those geological layers unavoidable - certain volcanoes and tsunamis uncontrollable.
Is that not modern life? We are all either constantly in transition to becoming something else, or we are stuck - and then yes, there is a category of people that seems pretty content with its status quo.
The pressure to morph, the need to morph, the flapping of wings against the gauze, and then flight?
Death, rebirth, the rising of Frankenstein - rejuvenation, artificial rebirth, identity creation/recreation, we are our own creators?
Identity order and disorder: construct a city in your mind, construct yourself, deconstruct/reconstruct yourself, clean up the mess, the facades, the fake buildings (like in one of those old western flicks) - your self should not be a movie set, your city should be thriving full of warmth, nourishment, people, movement. I want people to empower themselves, to take control over the rotting buildings, to spring fresh life from the neglected earth.
"There's a chair in my head/On which I used to sit/Took a pencil and I wrote the following on it"
-K's Choice
1 comment:
I like the idea of people as landscapes. I hadn't thought of it before, but it definitely makes sense.
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