4.3 miles
minnehaha falls and back
36 degrees
70% ice-covered
A great temperature — mild — but not great surface conditions. Neighborhood sidewalks and the trail had a thin layer of ice with only a few clear patches. The worst stretch was at the falls. I stopped and walked in the snowy grass for a few minutes. But, I didn’t fall. If the conditions had been better, I would have gone for a few more miles. Oh well, at least I got out there. It felt good to be outside, above the gorge. Fresh, cool air, a moving body, the river.
10 Things
- a laughing kid somewhere across the road — not seen, only heard
- the river, some of it open water, some ice, all of it gray
- a runner in BRIGHT yellow shoes
- a lot of the snow that fell last week is gone, now there’s grass and brown leaves all over the ground
- a slick path near the falls parking lot — I didn’t feel nervous that I’d fall, but my feet weren’t getting any traction
- near the overlook by the falls, dirt or grit of something had been used to make it less slippery
- the falls were gushing
- the dirt trail in the small wood near the ford bridge was visible and inviting and cleared of snow
- stopped at a bench above “the edge of the world” — admired the clear, colorless view of the river
- can’t remember where, but I encountered a faint smell — tangy, sour — of the sewer
Finished another section of my poem yesterday. It’s very exciting to have found a way to put all these words together. How many more section do I have in me before january? Yesterday’s section is titled, Geologic time, and it’s about experiencing time at the gorge on a longer, deeper, slower scale.
Here’s discussion of ekphrasis that I’d like to remember and return to when I finally get to my ekphrasis, how I see, project:
Some of the “paintings” and “photographs” are purely ekphrastic, in the sense that the images, associations, and overall tone were conceived in the moment of looking at a certain artwork hung in a museum or in my memory. Others are more of a collapsing between that moment of looking and earlier or later situationally unrelated impressions; some poems contain a dueling ekphrasis in which impressions of multiple artworks blend. So, yes, most refer to a specific artwork(s), but then the question becomes: What is ekphrasis in the pure sense? And what does pure even mean—another something that Heti can weigh in on. Doesn’t all ekphrasis—the act of looking, and reading, and possibly “interpreting” a text—include a necessary degree of subjectivity and, therefore, can’t it help but become saturated with personal associations and allusions?
Lindsay Turner and Stella Corso
random note for future Sara: Scott and I are rewatching all of The Brady Bunch. It’s been 10 years and I still think Mike and Carol are the worst parents in the world. Also, my least favorite character is Bobby, and my favorite is Alice. I was going to write that Jan was my favorite but then I remember the season 2 episode when she plays practical jokes on everyone. She’s obnoxious.
how I don’t see yellow
Yesterday on Instagram, I looked at a block of text and couldn’t see that part of it was circled in bright yellow until I shifted my eyes to the left or right. Straight on, no circle. Look slightly to the left, yellow circle. I took a screen shot of it so I could post it here as an example of how I don’t see yellow.
