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Numbing the Pain
Sometimes the pain is domesticated. Rooms filled with absence. Rooms overrun with details that matter to the extent that they don't. And sometimes the pain is exoticized, recast as pleasure at its most perverse. Three people with the wrong color sweat. They curl forward towards the coffee table, making sure the dollar bill is rolled as tightly as one of those Pepperidge Farm cookies. Too vague. He can hear his teacher's clipped middle-class accent. "What kind do you mean? They could be Milanos or Bordeauxs." Pirouettes, then. Anyway, that's not the point. He opens the refrigerator, adding smiles to his vision of timid people using drugs to communicate. But he meant to open the freezer instead. He needs ice cubes. There they are, the drawer brimming over. The reliability of ice cube reproduction brings happiness more regularly than most things in life. Here, at least, is a loss that doesn't linger.

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_luaineach From: _luaineach Date: July 30th, 2008 04:27 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Mmmmm Milanos. I always have those on my Christmas Eve after-dinner-coffee-tray, along with homemade biscotti. So good! Although I wouldn't consider them "tightly rolled" so your teacher is a bit off the mark, in my opinion.
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: July 30th, 2008 05:56 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Me too. As a kind I used to have them at my aunt and uncle's apartment in NYC with Pepsi. So decadent. I wasn't allowed to do that sort of thing at home. But during my yearly one-week visits I would do that and worse. Worse? How about Twinkies and strawberry soda for "breakfast."

Oh, and what the teacher means is that most Pepperidge Farm cookies, including Milanos, are not tightly rolled. That's why it's necessary to write "Pirouettes" instead. It's a recasting of the comments I got back on my "Spring in California" poem, the one that begins, "Even the flowers here know no time/Blinded by sameness. . ." My real-life teacher pointed out that there are plenty of places in California, such as the Sierra foothills, where spring is more "normal" by East Coast or European standards:

xxxpunkxgrrlxxx From: xxxpunkxgrrlxxx Date: July 30th, 2008 10:11 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
i wish my freezer had an ice machine. i have a bag of storebought ice, in which is left just two big useless chunks of ice, and, a couple of ice trays that i always forget to refill. :[
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: August 1st, 2008 12:35 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
I sometimes miss the frustrations of ice cube trays, the way I miss freezing rain and excessive humidity. But then I get over it. . .

elizabeg From: elizabeg Date: July 31st, 2008 09:27 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
I don't know what else to say but I'm really impressed by the strength of the language and imagery here. It's always good to read you, of course, but this adds or returns to another dimension of voice in the writing you do here. Prose! But also so very much.
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: August 1st, 2008 12:39 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
The work of I's in the age of mechanical reproduction. . .
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