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2017, 20th century, 7*, anxiety, blue, chair, childhood, Dad, depression, dining room, divorce, Eglinton Hill, family, feeling, Genesta Road, great aunt Mary, life, purpose, talking, Thames, visit, windows, World War
Mary came to visit one year,
I think before Dad left, sense
of anxiety and visitation to
get things right; we gathered
in the dining room, she sat
regal in one of those blue
wing-back chairs to one side
of the fireplace; they talked
of things and the way things
were while the war built up
and the way things are now,
we crawled about under the
legs of the chairs while they
talked, through the tunnels
to rescue something with
several teddies in tow; we
kept one of those blue chairs
when we moved, I remember
sitting in it feeling the coarse
knap and the horsehair stuffing
in the lonely bedroom with
my back to the high windows
anxious about the purpose
to do with my life … is
quite naturally, but unforseeably, this was written quite considerably, and apocryphally, after: green-wine, but then everything knits together eventually
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20th century wormhole: ‘hope for things to come’
anxiety wormhole: ‘never look up’?
blue wormhole: occa / s / i // o / n / a // l // l // y
childhood & Dad & divorce & Thames wormhole: south horizon
depression wormhole: what wounds have you got?
Eglinton Hill wormhole: alighted
family wormhole: familiasyncopation
Genesta Road wormhole: work
life wormhole: darkness
talking wormhole: embodying
windows wormhole: that comicbookshop … // … in dreams
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