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October 16, 2007


Amazing how your beautifully written words and the poem have a similar feeling. Did you know the poem before you had the dream and wrote this, Beth?

Thank you, Marja-Leena. No, if I'd read it before I didn't remember it. But then we don't sometimes, if we don't make some connection...

Très beau billet, Beth.

Just 5 months before my mom passed away unexpectedly, I had managed to borrow a video camera and spent some time filming the members of my family. These few minutes of my mom moving and talking on video became very precious for all of us.

11 years later, I still can only watch the video in little doses. It is that powerful.

What a beautiful conjunction. Thank you.

Beautiful post. My mother has been dead for 21 years. I am lucky enough to have a copy of a short fil she was in when she was attending Grinnell College. It was made in 1931.

My dreams of seeing my mother again are distressing; I assumed her death in error, she survived but I abandoned her in ignorance, didn't wait long enough before moving on. All fairly obvious in meaning I suppose, but I don't quite know what to do about it.
This is lovely, I love the image of her in blue and /or yellow, and the white towel, and the silence.

I find the piece about your mother very moving. It works well with the poem.

All these comments are appreciated a lot. Thank you...

A promising start; I'll be very interested in seeing where you go with this.

This is also another great example of the kind of thing I'd like to see in a criticism and commentary section of qarrtsiluni.

(You can an oops in the first sentence: "poetry by Zbigniew Herbert's.")

Thanks, Dave. I already fixed so many typos in this piece, and here's another! Sheesh.

Fred - re-reading now - how fortunate, and how remarkable, that you have that film of your mother from so long ago! I'm going to ask my cousins and some of my mother's friends if they ever shot any home videos - one of them may have and just has no idea it would mean anything to me. J. has taken a lot of photos over the years, and in some, when you flip quickly through the shots, you can see her expression move and change in a very natural way. It's fascinating. There's also an audio recording of one Thanksgiving but not much of her; she was always kind of a strong presence but in the background.

Yes, a fine balance between the Zbigniew Herbert poem (a favourite of mine) & your dream account. I hope that, the dream video having been shot, you might return to it.


Thanks, Dick. I hope so too. And thanks for the (o), Dale.

Beautiful, Beth. The Herbert poem and the dream prose, both. Thank you -

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