So I traced M’s key - her front-door key (I still have it after all these years) – instead. M being someone I’ve closed the door on – no longer see; M’s a distant memory. But the tracing turned out to be the key to a swan’s head.
I've been ejected from the golf course management degree (even though I never hit a golf ball). It wasn't only the constant fear of being hit by a ball, it was all the fertilizer I inhaled from the greens. I'm now studying 'Pataphysics, the science of the particular, the science of 'laws governing exceptions'. I've swapped golf holes (green holes) for Black holes.
Saturday, 5 March 2011
The Knee To The Key To The Swan's Head
For Proust, in his book Swan In Love, the taste of a Madeline (dipped in tea) unlocked ‘involuntary memory’. The Madeline was the key. I’ve just drawn Madeline (seen from above) from memory - but it looks more like a knee. The drawing has unlocked a knee, and knees once open (to one) – no need for a key - can just as easily be locked shut.
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