Not Now, Natalie.

Perhaps the world's second worst crime is boredom. The first is being a bore.
I wrote a review for Blue Nights.  It’s frantic and drafted and I can’t touch it anymore.  I thought of the Winter Garden photo of Barthes’ mother, I thought about the punctum not showing itself truly until the photographed has gone off to another place.  I thought about how mourning is happening even when people are still alive.  I can’t really touch the review anymore because it’s out of control, and stricken with thesis fever and an academic voice-over on Blue Nights would be doing more than just a disservice, it would be borderline abusive.  Joan’s voice is my own; the one we read with in our heads, that has no sound yet bruised and constricted through throats and inhibition.  Joan greives and it wounds us.  Joan gathers Quintana into a place not quite showing and not quite concealed.  the niavety of her hands*, her weeding the deserted tennis court with her stuffed rabbit.  Blue Nights can’t be read without staying that silent in your head.  Joan is 28 years old and lives in Buffalo, NY.  Has two cats, a great boyfriend, and a mediocre TV. 

I wrote a review for Blue Nights.  It’s frantic and drafted and I can’t touch it anymore.  I thought of the Winter Garden photo of Barthes’ mother, I thought about the punctum not showing itself truly until the photographed has gone off to another place.  I thought about how mourning is happening even when people are still alive.  I can’t really touch the review anymore because it’s out of control, and stricken with thesis fever and an academic voice-over on Blue Nights would be doing more than just a disservice, it would be borderline abusive.  Joan’s voice is my own; the one we read with in our heads, that has no sound yet bruised and constricted through throats and inhibition.  Joan greives and it wounds us.  Joan gathers Quintana into a place not quite showing and not quite concealed.  the niavety of her hands*, her weeding the deserted tennis court with her stuffed rabbit.  Blue Nights can’t be read without staying that silent in your head.  Joan is 28 years old and lives in Buffalo, NY.  Has two cats, a great boyfriend, and a mediocre TV.