the Swing….watching the red washcloth flutter like a flag
i thought of the words of LaceLady in the comments yesterday where she tells of a book The Poetics of Space, the author French Philosopher Gaston Bachelard a particular chapter of drawers, chests, and wardrobes
and suddenly there was a FLOOD of images, sensory images of DRAWERS….that thing I have in my mind/brain that is like a slide show……the projection on the wall….the click click click one after another of images……….
it is astounding how many i have….all through my life, how much i love drawers and what they keep the small jewelry box like thing my Aunt had with small drawers and things in those drawers i didn't understand, click, the drawer upstairs in the attic room of her son who was 10 years older than me who i idolized, that room where i wasn't allowed but went to look in his desk drawer full of baseball cards, his father's old union buttons, jackknives, click, my grandparent's drawers in the old oak library table with small papers, my grandmother's penciled script, click, their credenza, napkins never used, intricate silver ware butter knife, tiny spoon papers with writing that i somehow knew was old, way older than they were and from another country, click, the built in drawers of the room i shared with my sister until she died…looking in her drawer afterward, how it smelled like clearasil , click, the drawers in the workbench organizers down in the basement of my father and grandfather, for washers, screws, nuts, bolts, WING NUTS, then all sizes nails, drill bits and on and on, click, all the Everything Drawers of people's houses where i worked, electrical tape, rubberbands, toothpics, click, the drawers of the Old Cowboy and Alz Betty, click, the heavy drawers of big tools in Bill's Shop that he paid me to clean now and then, click, my own drawers in all the places i lived, the house on Spring Street that had kitchen drawers in the walls, my Beauty Full and excellent junk drawer there, click, drawers in the baby changing table smelling of clean diapers
these are a FEW and all SENSORY memories….in total detail….as if i'd looked in them yesterday
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