Link on the move.

My grandson is deeply, deeply interested in The Legend of Zelda. If I sit beside him, he will narrate and comment on it while he plays. This weekend, we watercolored together, and he painted characters, figures, and scenes from it--and narrated and commented on them, while also humming little snippets of the music. (His sister can also sing/hum some of the music--she's also an onlooker, commenter, and absorber of this fascinating game-story.)

Anyway, he is also interested in the swordsmanship of Link, the heroic quester figure in Zelda (I am fairly certain I have that right)--he has built multiple models of the swords of Zelda out of Legos. He also seeks to practice the moves of Link, particularly his style of hurtling forward rolls. Behold:



Deacon the Acrobat from lisab on Vimeo.

I apologize for my obsession with slow motion at the moment. I just cannot get enough of it. It turns out that not everything is a fitting subject for slow motion capture, but I really love the way you can see the gracefulness of his form which would otherwise be tricky to catch.

And I am in love with the way that Zelda translates into all my grandson's activities--his current storehouse of story, his play with other toy-systems, his aesthetic, and his movement. (I would love, for instance, to be able to translate a poem I'm writing into a similarly dashing, daredevilish choreography.)

Spark of Joy, part deux (a story in two captions).

today, I woke up and said to myself, today is the day.

and although I was still prone, as in, not yet fully arisen

to the day, I said it emphatically. to myself. so I got up,

ate breakfast, skittered around the internets, and then I 

said to myself, NOW. so I began removing books from 

my shelves. and also watching episodes of veronica
mars, season 1, because book organizing/culling is lonely
work, and I needed company.

so I took all the poetry books off first. this necessitated 

going onto my ancillary poetry shelves, and merging the

two sets. I kept most of the poetry, I admit it. poetry is 

maybe my main collection. I decided I would make a 

separate poetics shelf, and also a separate anthology shelf.

in order to put poetry books back on the shelves, lightly

culled and in immaculate order, I had also to take down

some fiction and nonfiction. so while order was restored,

sort of, amongst poetry and its people, the fiction and non-

fiction are sleeping rough tonight. (see below.)

well. this is certainly a mess. I have tidied it a bit, so that
I can make my way to my chair. TOMORROW is my motto
with regards to all of this. however, it will require
fortitude. Some of the books that have not been taken
down from the shelves yet are in a kind of tight
corner, and it will require dexterity and possibly
excellent balance, as well as some kind of bare surface
on which to pile things, prior to sorting & culling &
reorganizing. I'm going to need some good rest tonight.
this will take brainpower and physical endurance and
the power of positive thinking, which is difficult when
you are sort of trapped in a corner by your mad stash of
literary criticism and old textbooks and dictionaries
of the tarot and books about Los Angeles and lord knows
what else!