Moving Through

19 Sep

I dreamed of Gepetto and his impossible puppets with their growing body parts, carved out of stray logs found by neighbours. The strings to one of his marionettes had become tangled, and the wooden creature was suspended in an unstable, weird, macabre pose with one leg wrapped around his neck waiting for rescue.
—Hang him from the handle of the stove and let him dry there. And then come on. There’s mint tea.
The old man brought sliced, fried eggplant and we both sat down and drank olive oil from small thimbles. The thick liquid was spicy and cut into the tongue capriciously. He threw a pinch of coarse sea salt over his shoulder. And then another onto his plate.
—Did you know Pinochhio is Tuscan for pine nut?
—My daughter likes fairies.
The siren across the river signaled end of third shift at the factory. He pushed a wooden cutting block toward my plate. He had sliced fat pieces of ham and arranged them like a deck of cards fanning out.
—Which one is her favourite?
—The Turquoise Fairy.
—Tonight, at bedtime, tell her the story of the magic flower swing.

We played backgammon in the afternoon and he used brill cream in his hair to smooth it down and keep it from lifting in the wind. He rolled the bones after blowing for luck into his fist and pushed his wooden men around the board.
—You are not moving through wisely, he said.
He slid his men counter-clockwise and bumped me onto the bar.
—You see? he said.
—It’s impossible on this board. It’s clogged up. You’ve clogged up all the points.

The siren across the river signaled the end of first shift at the factory. He went to the back room to bring out paper money. The currency was out of season. He gave me a small metal key to a weathered valise that was waiting by the front door. On the walls, there were pictures of a badly-drawn boy and Cyrillic writing in black ink.
—The man who did those died in a horrible skiing accident. He was a Communist.
He pointed with his head to a daguerreotype of a funeral. It was framed and hanging on the wall, in the kitchen, by the adobe hearth.

—Tell your little girl if she keeps jumping on the bed, I’ll hide pins and needles inside the mattress. Tell her that.


6 Responses to “Moving Through”

  1. Slyboots 20/09/2008 at 2:18 PM #

    I really like where this one takes me. It is dreamlike,and reminds me of something glimpsed through almost closed eyelids as sunlight fades away. Or between dust motes. Magical, and scary at once.

  2. daydreamsdandelions 21/09/2008 at 11:48 AM #

    I like it too. Maia loves fairies– well, Tinkerbell. Fairy tales, though, are a complex thing, and we always should remember that scary bit. :)

    Did I ever tell you how much I like your new banner thingy? I went to that website to try to make one but my page isn’t as well-keyworded as yours came out. It fits your site, very nicely. :)

  3. (S)wine 21/09/2008 at 12:28 PM #

    Thank you both.
    Daydreams: my daughter LOVES fairies (faeries??) and actually DEMANDS a new, made-up bedtime story every night she gets to be with me. It puts quite a lot of pressure on me; IT HAS TO BE ORIGINAL AND MADE UP. And now, she’s actually starting to make her own story up and tell it to ME, while I’m putting her to bed. Point of all this is that most every time, these stories have to be fairy stories. The only other option she’ll accept is if I switch it up to Mermaids. She likes mermaids too…but as she’s seen from a live-action Peter Pan movie she has, Mermaids are quite vicious. In any case, fairies it is for her.

    The banner was tough to create; I had to play with several dozen combinations to get what I wanted in large font, then to get it positioned to where WordPress wasn’t cutting off the words I wanted to show up. It was a weird way of going about creating it; I had to do a screen capture then stick it into Photoshop and play with it there, save it out as a .jpeg and upload it. Unfortunately, the Wordl program doesn’t take weird characters, like my parentheses around the “S” (S)wine. The other pain was making sure that the different tabs for the pages on the site showed up; they’re still not perfectly visible, but it’s the best I could do…after an hour of fiddling with it. The problem is that Wordl just scrambles the stuff any which way it sees fit. The size of the font is based on repetition; how many times you write that word. The more times you repeat, the larger the font of that word.

    My ex has a tarot reading book and cards that are all Faeries. They look fantastic; whoever did the art for those is amazing. So so cool. Check it out here:

    Thanks for still coming by and reading.

  4. Stef 21/09/2008 at 4:03 PM #

    I could add parentheses around that S if you like, with Photoshop.

    The art on that tarot deck is pretty cool!

  5. (S)wine 22/09/2008 at 12:31 PM #

    Stef, OK, sure. How do we do this? Email me.


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