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spotted from the bus window this morning, on 10th ave. just up from roanoke in cap hill:
little old man gets off the bus (same one i'm on), and bends over to set down his little toy poodle (possibly a miniature poodle--the dog looks to be about 15 lbs. and has black curly fur that has *not* been recently groomed). both are wearing red windbreakers, and the dog's jacket has diagonal reflective stripes down the sides.
the dog positively quivers with life. his 15 lb. body holds as much life as my 110-115 lb. body, i think, and it's as if his flesh is on the verge of bursting open, ejecting all of that life onto whomever and whatever happens to be nearby, and vaporizing that little bit of flesh. poof! i can't even describe this adequately...the leash barely holds this dog, he twitches and pulls, his eyes snapping, legs prancing. like water on mercury, he wants to evaporate, dissipate to outer space. if the old man lets go of the leash, that dog will instantly transform into pure motion, a skyrocket, a vapor trail, zip, fizz, and gone. instead, he is leashed to the man. like water on the earth, tugged into tides by the moon's gravity but held fast by the earth's gravity, evaporating into clouds, forming weather patterns, and raining back down, flowing downhill, gathering in the low spots. and the man, while also clearly and vividly alive, is tottery on his feet, a poor complement to the dog. instead dog and man exist in a state of extreme tension. pure energy tethered to a big stone.
it struck me, and has stuck with me all day. a metaphor for something, but for what i'm not yet sure. except i feel like that dog, lately. barely contained. ready to burst forth with *something*. god, please let it be a dissertation...
little old man gets off the bus (same one i'm on), and bends over to set down his little toy poodle (possibly a miniature poodle--the dog looks to be about 15 lbs. and has black curly fur that has *not* been recently groomed). both are wearing red windbreakers, and the dog's jacket has diagonal reflective stripes down the sides.
the dog positively quivers with life. his 15 lb. body holds as much life as my 110-115 lb. body, i think, and it's as if his flesh is on the verge of bursting open, ejecting all of that life onto whomever and whatever happens to be nearby, and vaporizing that little bit of flesh. poof! i can't even describe this adequately...the leash barely holds this dog, he twitches and pulls, his eyes snapping, legs prancing. like water on mercury, he wants to evaporate, dissipate to outer space. if the old man lets go of the leash, that dog will instantly transform into pure motion, a skyrocket, a vapor trail, zip, fizz, and gone. instead, he is leashed to the man. like water on the earth, tugged into tides by the moon's gravity but held fast by the earth's gravity, evaporating into clouds, forming weather patterns, and raining back down, flowing downhill, gathering in the low spots. and the man, while also clearly and vividly alive, is tottery on his feet, a poor complement to the dog. instead dog and man exist in a state of extreme tension. pure energy tethered to a big stone.
it struck me, and has stuck with me all day. a metaphor for something, but for what i'm not yet sure. except i feel like that dog, lately. barely contained. ready to burst forth with *something*. god, please let it be a dissertation...
