i read late last night and began early this morning. Done. Parable of the Talents.
how Alyssia had wanted me to read the two for so many years and i said i couldn't. But suddenly, i could and Did. ok. For me, the time is right. i'm glad i didn't before. i'm glad i just did. as i neared the end today, i thought of Butler, writing of a dystopian future and i thought how what i see today as in keeping with what she wrote. it's going to take some time for all of it to settle. to arise in still image…like that thing i have about the Click Click of the Slide Show. That's how it will come for me. Click Click Click and i will understand what was given by these two books. Books. first and foremost i think of Books. i think of her writing these Books. day unto day she wrote…knowing where she wanted to go, looking for ways to take us there. This is in and of itself so so incredibly Beauty Full. the writing of books.
and i thought about the "dystopic" images, the violence, the rawness, the ugliness and cruelty and i saw how these have been present for so long in our HISTORY…documented and to which we have come to a numb acceptance….Slavery that the country was built upon. Indian schools. the now of the marginalized street people, homeless. a huge "issue" in California, on the streets in this town i go to the postoffice in, shop in. the us and them of it. the war going on in the "news" , Russia and Ukraine, and before all that, the middle east. it's HERE. it's NOW. the
climate
earth. how all along i wished she would go there more because it is Present for me now, here.
so now, tonight, i am in that liminal space. Finshed. but still there, this life of mine being a simultaneous reality but not the Primary. the primary being within the Parables. I'll wake in the morning free of it. Fully here again with much to think about. Thank You, Octavia E. Butler….can you hear me??????…..Thank You. so much.
and i could. i could, if i really wanted to….take that pot, the from the beginning of New Mex clay pot Maybe i will.

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