Wednesday, September 22, 2010
As the world swirls around me, and my body struggles to hold its ground, this image of Regina, Elliot and me came back into my hands. I had given the original to the Lesbian Herstory Archives, along with the rest of my papers; Saskia, one of our long standing coordinators, and a wonder with images, sent me this copy. Because I see this site and the original "Don't You Ever Stop Talking," as my last hold on time and space, I now send this black and white image of three people who formed what I came to know as family. My mother, Regina, dressed in her work clothes, centered, with her dependents, her children around her, my brother, who died this year, holding what seems to be a candy pipe, and myself, on stocky legs, looking out at the world, warning it not to come too close.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
I thank Pattie for giving me back this tablet, this canvas, where I can touch the world. Where I can see you, in all the shifting places that we have met, the port of Haifa, the base of a gray wall, the wide expanse of Broadway, the cruising river-side walks of big cities, the night time small rooms with a circle of light and a book, always the pages of other worlds. Here is Pattie, studying her Italian as we prepare for our weekly session with the la lingua bella. She is patient and demanding, enabling so many women to have access to this wonder of keys and words and hearts touching. When my words go, they will go to you--in my books and in this place.