|♫ Jungle Rose ♫|
Date: 30 July 2010
Yesterday we went back to Acrobranch in
Grospierres with Marie & her
wheelchair-ridden half-sister Clara. Rose graduated from the
BabyParc to the Bambino Parcours, 1-2meters high with a
harness attaching her to a security wire. I hope John took
pics. I didn't bring the camera. I don't really like taking
them, just looking at them. It creates a distance between
observer & subject, removing me as a participant from the
scene. Writing doesn't really do this, although some (such as
Graham Green) have claimed it does, since you rely on memory
to write, observation once removed, what Bill Wordsworth called:
"emotion recollected in tranquility". Anyway the girls climbed
the obstacle course, then we picnicked by the river, swam,
went poo a few times, reran the obstacle course, ate ice cream
& saw the ducks in Berrias, called
Rose's grandmother, and watched Robert Altman's Popeye while I
made shrimp & mayonnaise. Clara's wheelchair ran out of
juice, but John said: "No problem," and fucking carried her a
hundred yards down (and then up) a slope to the river. She is
twenty-two, and weighs about a hundred pounds. That is a
determined man. If he weren't, he would never see his
daughter, who lives in Martinique & whose mother is even
worse than C the G.
Date: 28 July 2010
Subject: Jungle Rose
My second break in a week. Rose is napping. The laundry
needs to be folded before it rains. I can't take a shit
without someone attacking me, my daughter or Antistrophe.
We've seen Marie almost every day, and again tomorrow
(Thursday). Kim I hope Friday. Second piano lesson Saturday.
Arts & crafts festival with Marie Sunday. Death Monday.
Marseille Tuesday. Work Wednesday. Judge's decision a week
from Friday, but I might not see it until 9 or 10 August.
Anyway, I've timed the pic interval to the second song of our
Frank Zappa medley, which I read at an 80bpm andante times
four is three thousand milliseconds. I'm not very good with
the metronome. I actually like the first song, an improvised
Jungle Boogie better, but the two kind of show both sides of
his work, conceptual & satirical. The pics are not great,
but esthetically harmonious & pleasing. It actually
represents the first two (before our picnic) of four runs
through the same part of the (I can't remember the damned name
of the thing in English, a "parcours" in French, an obstacle
course?) The second two didn't fit. They were heterogeneous,
for different reasons, light, subjects, etc. Anyway, gotta
run. Rose is waking up. Cat is whining. Link is here.