Friday, July 28, 2017

Daily Dose

From Loitering: New and Collected Essays, by Charles D'Ambrosio


"This was long ago, in a vanished world when my father was still alive.  I was standing outside his den, waiting, because when I'd knocked on his door he'd lifted a silencing finger to signal that he was in the middle of something important, some business.  So characteristic, that gesture, the air of preoccupation.  It always hurt, even though I understood that it was theater, like a frozen pose in Kabuki.  Now he's gone, gone for good, and only my memory of the gesture remains, a knot of puzzled meaning that chokes off other sympathies."

From Misreading

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