Wednesday, March 14, 2007

there's something....

about reading Lolita
that makes one hyper-aware of
minutia
peeling elevator paint hotel carpet patterns rusty old lock sounds
movements of hands
glances
daily details revealing revelry
and heartbreak
even zippers seem inordinately loud
and painful

2 comments:

Lance said...

Sad with weltschmerz Sue or maybe that is just me.

Have you been reading Proust as well?

Lance said...

Your "glances" here make me recall with relish Milan Kundera's description in "The Book of Laughter and Forgetting" how the main character became enchanted with the way a girl turned her head. I always fall in love with those seemingly little things; the way a girl turns a doorknob or her laugh lines. Beautiful.