|On the wall of Busboys and Poets in Shirlington, Virginia|
The script/scene from Ever After began to replay in my head, "A bird can love a fish Signore, but where would they live?" I remember this scene because his response was disjunct. Something to the effect of, "then we will just have to make you wings". It was not an answer to her question, but to her underlying (or overlaying) problem. The metamessage of caste, class, and love. Then the artistic wheels began to turn.
And so I began to write, while I was waiting...
A bird can love a fish, but where would they live
In the heart
In the belly
Of a dog
He holds her there
She holds him
Shooting pink hearts
Out of a green
And she is on her knees
With her back to me
And not quite here
This piece is not done, but I can only look at the image so long... there are warring factions in my mind, about decency, about beauty, about honor, and about 'honor'.
I'll let this seed germinate for a while...