12/18/03

@ the Transbay Terminal

Racing down the ramp

arms akimbo, there she goes!

woman in wheelchair.


1/6/04

@ the Bus Stop (SF)

Headphones on, she moves

hands carving air, feet here and there -

Tai-Chi Disco dance!


1/7/04

Full Bus (NX1)

Standing room only

and man behind me sneezes

for the entire trip.

Ugh. It's true and, though I feared contagion, I wrote it down - last of the three most recent scribblings from The Jewel in The Moment.

These scenes come to me and, as I say, I right them down. If I was a painter you might see that young Asian lady dancing in acrylics, or possibly charcoal, instead of words - stilted, static words poorly conceived to describe dance of any kind. A dance is a dance. Even the best of words can only approach the fluidity of dance with oblique references, sidelong glances at the periphery of vision as the dancer weaves itself by.

The moment, by the time I have written it down, is already dissipated, an event moving out of time and space through memory and all too soon into the great black wash of forget.

But this moment was written down. Think of all those that are not, trailing like a wake behind us as we make our ways through time, many barely glimpsed, most unrecognized completely, some of our better moments lost. . .