Sunday, August 21, 2011

Asked for, and done

A train ticket booked, another to get en route, a ride promised, and showered. I miss drawing, and maybe I'll do more of that once I start the next chapter of my life. In the meantime, I realized last night that I will stay home in NY for the fall, and be there the way I was before I left for Korea. Meaning that I will take a printmaking class in Manhattan! To begin in October. I haven't treated myself to such a thing since...grad school?

And, from yesterday's reading:
I'll tell you about Asin. Did I ever tell you about Asin? She is the wild woman of the woods. It's an old story of the People. My mom used to tell me about Asin. Asin couldn't bear being married or having children or having friends. She always wanted to run wild. She ran wild through the woods. If you saw her running you had to run to water as fast as you could and drink or her restlessness would come into you like a thirst that could never be quenched. She was happy and unhappy. She had wild long hair and she was very tall and she ran like the wind. When you saw dunegrass rippling in a line she was running through it. When the wind changed direction suddenly that was Asin. She was never satisfied or content and so she ran and ran and ran. She would grab men who were fishing alone and make love to them and throw them down on the ground and run away weeping. She would grab children who wandered too far alone in the woods but she would return them to the same spot after three days and run away again. She would listen to women talking by the fire or working in the village or gathering berries but if they invited her to join them she ran away. You could hear her crying sometimes when the sun went down. She wanted something but she never knew what it was so she had nothing. She was a free as anyone ever could be and so she was trapped. When I was young I wanted to be Asin. Many times I wanted to be Asin and just run free. Run away. Sometimes I still want to be Asin. So do you, Nora. I know. It's okay. It's alright. My sweet love. Poor Asin. Sometimes I think that to be Asin would be the saddest thing in the world. Poor thing. Poor Nora. It's alright. I'm here. Alright. --Brian Doyle, Mink River

2 comments:

  1. aimee, what a beautiful passage. and a printmaking class!@! that's great!

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  2. She wanted something but she never knew what it was so she had nothing. She was a free as anyone ever could be and so she was trapped.
    that's fot me

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