Dear Searchers of All Sorts,
Is your house a machine for living in? Are your pockets and books a time machine for traveling by?
Pockets and evening bags are salted in anticipation of rediscovering stubs and ephemera- I continue to leave my Alban Gerhardt ticket in my over coat, so I can visit the concert again and again; next year, late fall. I will recall his breathing and swaying in unison with his cello; bow streaming back and forth. He and his cello were transcendent, and remembering the two, even after 20 years, yields frisson.
A subway pass in a raincoat, from 13 years ago: I pull out the wrinkled paper square and the rain, the gray and the damp of Paris.
There are notes and lists in cookbooks and poetry volumes- “register for hat class; talk to E. re: schedule.” Or, a diagram of dishes to serve at a party, with bowls and platters labeled and assigned to “almond bean dip” and “artichoke toasts.”
Sometimes even matchbooks from far away places, like Jack’s Waffle House.
If you'd like a little contextual overlap in today's entry, try Alban Gerhardt's audio section, and listen to a track from Solo Cello, titled Kodaly: Sonata for Solo Cello - Allegro maestoso. This music was composed just a few years before Le Corb wrote his Vers Une Architecture.