9.9.2004
DUBLINERS
Descending into Dublin, our last destination. Reading James Joyce, "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man" (He was born there). Erik's pointed out the green fields below, a giant kelly green carpet perforated with darker green borders of trees. The seats in front of me are also puncutated - upholstered with a pattern of Gaelic and English phrases - and I can hear a murmuring under the engines, like I'm swimming through language, like Joyce resides here above the cloulds and is getting a kick out of listening to me read his words.
I'm about to see Johnny O'Regan, who I met when we were 18. We worked together one summer at the Stop-n-Shop bakery on Cape Cod, filling donuts and defrosting white bread. I remember clearly the first day we worked together, and I asked what he was humming and he said "Christine" by House of Love, and that he missed his music, living in his car at the campground and I invited him over to my Aunt Joyce's to listen together. And that was the start of a summer love and a more lasting friendship, though we've barely talked in 10 years. I'm about to meet his 4-year old son, Jake.
Descending into Dublin, our last destination. Reading James Joyce, "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man" (He was born there). Erik's pointed out the green fields below, a giant kelly green carpet perforated with darker green borders of trees. The seats in front of me are also puncutated - upholstered with a pattern of Gaelic and English phrases - and I can hear a murmuring under the engines, like I'm swimming through language, like Joyce resides here above the cloulds and is getting a kick out of listening to me read his words.
I'm about to see Johnny O'Regan, who I met when we were 18. We worked together one summer at the Stop-n-Shop bakery on Cape Cod, filling donuts and defrosting white bread. I remember clearly the first day we worked together, and I asked what he was humming and he said "Christine" by House of Love, and that he missed his music, living in his car at the campground and I invited him over to my Aunt Joyce's to listen together. And that was the start of a summer love and a more lasting friendship, though we've barely talked in 10 years. I'm about to meet his 4-year old son, Jake.
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