Throwing curves
I'm probably late to the realization, but something dawned on me while I was looking at the top of the highboy yesterday:
Rooms are straight lines, angles, parallels, planes -- the musical staff to hold the notes. Their contents add the interesting curves.
Lyrical chair backs, rolled sofa arms, circling table edges, flaring wings, arching bonnets, bending knees: These are the dancers on a floor that's lovely but . . . flat.
And when they take up their positions, you can almost hear their little pad feet tapping.
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darling, if you are late, i am later. excuse me while i commit that line--and thought--to memory: "rooms are straight lines, angles, parallels, planes--the musical staff to hold the notes,"
and then this..."take up their positions, you can almost hear their little pad feet tapping."
that other tapping? the tapping of my heart, in triple time. oh lord, you slam 'em clear over the roof of murphy's, past waveland, grace, and sheffield. chicago boy, when you're at bat, all competition might as well pack it up and head for home. there's only one, hits like you.
by the way this is all so very very exciting. i leap over here a couple times a day to check on progress. sort of like those folks next door who'd have to peer up the louver. only you make it so my knees don't have to get dirty and my neck doesn't have to crink. xoxox
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