Because life is sweeter when the senses receive our attention in daily life. I've reviewed my Sensorium posts over the past year and here's the Best of 2021....
Sight: The Folio Society edition of Middlemarch, a gorgeous shiny spring green, caslon font, white space, creamy pages; valleys with wonderful modulations of light and shadow
Taste: cinnamon rolls; mango lime tanjin; avocado toast with olive oil and nigella seeds; vampire’s feast; Sagrantino
Sight: The Folio Society edition of Middlemarch, a gorgeous shiny spring green, caslon font, white space, creamy pages; valleys with wonderful modulations of light and shadow
Touch: the heft of a book; petals; mossy stone
Sound: Zoë Keating Into the Trees, Escape Artist, Optimist; thump, thump, thump; snoozles
Smell: Vixen, For Strange Women -- woods, black pepper, coffee, ambrette; Black Forest --four varieties of fir trees
Smell: Vixen, For Strange Women -- woods, black pepper, coffee, ambrette; Black Forest --four varieties of fir trees
Extra: imaginal cells; St Roch Patron St. of Dogs; "the ghostly stag in a pale fantastic world"; reading in a well-tended garden on a sunny summer afternoon before a wedding party
Story ideas: the dogs of Middlemarch: Monk, Fly, Brownie, Fag; a solarpunk letter carrier mystery
In dream: bathing in a deep bathtub of wild picked herbs and flowers—marigold color, chrysanthemum, a purple with an old woman to absorb her wisdom in a dark cave (but not wild picked?); electric blue and pink cats
A jolt of joy: happy dog, relaxed open mouth; a pleasant scent, a whiff of joy; sun breaks; sitting in the sun; a sip of water; a family’s first dog; a well-crafted line; dogs in pjs, dogs in sweaters; "You are a poem..."; Sam’s home!; under covers; a dog appears in a story; a high roll
Quotable:
"Nothing stops her search/for something. Hearts could break or mend/however badly as she reads, tiny/valves doing their best,/the blood flow. Yours. Mine." — Vermeer's Woman in Blue Reading a Letter on Loan in America, The Anti-Grief, Marianne Boruch"but here we still are, sitting at a small/round table in the dark, drinking/darkness from our glasses,/growing dizzy with darkness,/past midnight now, the date turned over/" — White Flower, Red Flower, Mortal Trash Poems, Kim Addonizio"It’s alright/if you fall out of love with being alive, but rise again tomorrow/with French pop songs and fresh croissants, wear all your gold/" — Traci Brimhall, Contender, Come Slumberless to the Land of Nod
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