66 Square Feet: Taking the pulse

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Taking the pulse

Last night I dreamed of soccer ball-sized spiders that jumped backwards through glass walled rooms, that someone had sawn my fig tree in half, and that Vincent had lost an eye tooth.

6 comments:

Thomas said...: Whatever's causing you to have these dreams, I'm sure it's nothing that a nice after-work cocktail can't cure.; October 6, 2009 3:31 PM
My Farmhouse Kitchen said...: I second Thomas !

Kary; October 6, 2009 4:43 PM
dinahmow said...: Well, I was wondering what you *had* been drinking...; October 6, 2009 5:02 PM
Sigrid said...: What is an eye tooth?; October 7, 2009 8:06 AM
Marie said...: Thomas - excellent idea :-) Done.

Kary - beers after work at French bistro...

Dinahmow :-)corn-stuffed butternut for dinner?

Sigrid, teeth on either side of two front teeth UU; October 7, 2009 8:13 AM
Marie said...: Seegreed - make that either side of the 4 front teeth (in the first row, in case hillbillies are reading this)! :-); October 8, 2009 10:33 AM

Manifesto

What is 66 Square Feet About?

It's about gardening in tight spaces. It's about how to live with a man and a cat in a tiny apartment with a tiny terrace. It's about photos, and friends, and inspiration and blackspot on the roses. It's about food and cooking over an open flame. It's about wine. And water. And watering...And picnics. It's about seasons without and within. It's about New York, and about South Africa. It's about where I go, and what I come back to: a terrace twelve-and-three-quarters by five-and-a-quarter feet wide.

Afterwards in the street, she looks around the neighborhood. "Yes, it is certified now."

She refers to a phenomenon of moviegoing which I have called certification. Nowadays when a person lives somewhere, in a neighborhood, the place is not certified for him. More than likely he will live there sadly and the emptiness which is inside him will expand until it evacuates the entire neighborhood. But if he sees a movie which shows his very neighborhood, it becomes possible for him to live, for a time at least, as a person who is Somewhere and not Anywhere."

The Moviegoer, Walker Percy

"Die kierie kom uit Indonisie, gesny van 'n tak wat van jongs af omslinger was deur a wildevy se rank. Hulle het saam grootgeword, en die rank het sy spoor op die tak gelos. Daarom is die slinger ook oneweredig, en hier,"se hy, "by die punt van die kierie moes daar iets gebeur het - die slinger en die tak het inmekaar gevleg en 'n knoop gemaak. Die natuur het die kierie so gemaak."

"n Kieriemaker sou dit eweredig gedoen het," se ek.

"My kind," se meneer Boje, "vermy die reguit lyn."

Petra Muller, Koendoes