Come up, pants!
Oh great, oh great! Look at that… just look. The bottom of my pant legs are all soiled. I knew I shouldn’t have pointed and laughed at that guy back there when he fell in the puddle. Now I have to walk around waterlogged as punishment. Well, that’s just great.
That laugh was good though, regardless of my fate.
“There are things that are not sayable. That’s why we have art.” ~ Leonora Carrington
Thoughts, Tuesday, July 26th, 2022
~ Foreign Language
When I hear other languages – foreign – depending on the region, but mostly the romantic ones like French, Portuguese, Italian, Mexican, and Russian – ah, no, had you there – no offense – but it always sounds like Russians are talking while eating something scalding hot. Like when you pull anything out of the microwave and bite into it right away, but you don’t spit it out, and then you start talking. That’s how you learn to speak Russian…
But anyway, I was thinking about when I hear the romantic languages spoken – fluently – how lovely it is to listen to a string of words ending in vowels. Everything just rolls off the tongue. So fluid. One word spilling into the next.
What if there was a language and everything ended in T’s?
Now, picture talking like that… clenching, grimacing, and tons of pivots later… doesn’t your face feel like this 😬?
“I do not photograph nature. I photograph my visions.” ~ Man Ray