the music that caught my ear in december of 2016.
Dreamt I was on a light rail train. In the front car. All was glass windows for viewing, including the floor. We sped out over Chicago. I could see the buildings beneath the water. Submerged. Dizzying with their height and the depth of the flood. A day bright with sun. Warm and blue sky. The other passengers laughing with apprehension of the clear bottom of the train.
She says, The thing that bothered me when I saw my house down there is that I know I left my door closed when I left. But now it’s open.
He speaks of emotions in colors. Each emotion a color. For him, happiness is blue. He wonders if the color remains the same when the word is expressed in another language. Is happiness blue in Spanish? Or is it yellow?
Futbol a Sol y Sombra – Eduardo Galeano
Decreation – Anne Carson
Tatterhood – Ethel Johnston Phelps
The Hollowing – Robert Holdstock
Margaret the First – Danielle Dutton
Burrow and Particle / Wave – Marnie Galloway
The Gracekeepers – Kristy Logan
The Maid of the North – Ethel Johnston Phelps
Audio Culture: Readings in Modern Music – Christoph Cox and Daniel Warner, Editors
Tao Te Ching – Lao Tzu / Ursula K. LeGuin
It’s Alright: A Truckface Anthology Volume 1 – LB Briggs
Lewis and Clark Through Indian Eyes: Nine Indian WRiters on the Legacy of the Expedition – Alvin M. Josephy, Jr., editor
Going Out With Peacoocks and Other Poems – Ursula K. Le Guin
Radical Acceptance – Tara Brach
Meet Me In Iram / Those are Pearls – Sofia Samatar / Kat Howard
We Should All Be Feminists – Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
King-Cat Classix – John Porcellino
Big Star: Nothing Can Hurt Me
The Winding Stream
Teen Titans Go
The Circus – Charlie Chaplin
The Get Down
Torch Song Trilogy – Harvey Fierstein
The Black Cat
The Invisible Man
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
The unbearable awfulness of relegation bound Swansea City.
Araçá Azul – Caetano Veloso
B.O.N.N. Appetit – Bride of No No
Brigitte – Brigitte Fontaine
Mykki – Mykki Blanco
AIM – M.I.A.
Machine Cuisine – Six Finger Satellite
The Healing Component – Mick Jenkins
Telefone – Noname
The Paris Concert – Joe Mcphee
A Square White Lie – Colorlist
Spirit Catcher – Wadada Leo Smith
A Seat at the Table – Solange
Night for Day and Mortal Mirror – Quix*O*Tic
99 Cents – Santigold
Exploded View – Exploded View
In My Head – Gurr
Milk & Honey – Ebony Bones
Moon Shoes – Ravyn Lenae
On the train. The planes and angles of his face. The lay of his hair. The shape of the rims of his glasses. His profile.
An instant reliving. I am in an apartment. In the living room. A group of us from the corporate music store I work at. We are gathered for our monthly movie night. It is night. Our host sits in a chair. His sister draped over him in his lap. We are confused.
A break. One by one those gathered slip off to the kitchen for drinks and food. I remain seated with a friend, Rex, and a man known as The Claw. With the planes and angles of his face. His glasses. His hair smashed by stocking cap. He is a giant of gangle limbs sunken into couch cushions. His head leaned back in inebriation.
He speaks in rambles and incoherence. Sometimes the volume of his voice falls so low we have to lean forward and strain to hear his words, then sudden bursts of excitement, speed and volume. A chaos of inflection and cadence. Rhythm and meter.
When he casually mentions that he’d like to kill us, we join the others in the kitchen.
After seeing this stranger on the train. And this memory resurfaced. I dream. I dream of him. I dream that he chances upon me in a bookstore. He as he may be now. He and his wife. The bright lights of this corporate bookstore. Standing between wooden shelves. He approaches from behind, says – boo. And I jump. He is older. But still those same angles and glasses. The lay of his hair. Yes that was me on the train, he says. He and his wife smile friendly.
Snow on the trees. Covering the branches. More snow than we were expecting. Large and heavy. Wet. The car brushed off. Rooftops white. Driving slow. Slower than the speed limit through Aurora. Taquerias. Car repair shops. A hospital.
On the interstate 88. The snow limits vision. A gray haze veil. Eyes focus only on cars in front of our car. No scenery to see. Eaten by snow. Vague buildings. Outlines. Cars ahead disappear.
I am already tired, having not slept much the night before. And this relentless focus on cars and taillights is hypnotic. Music plays. He is talking in the backseat. About what he sees outside. About the birthday party for his cousin that we are coming from. About playing in the snow. Playing with his superhero toys.
My eyes swim. I rub them. Tap my cheeks with fingers. The heat from the defrost vents blow into my face. Furthering hypnotic.
To change lanes is to pass through slick slush. A loud vibration and slipping noise. A car ahead and a lane to the right. Swerving within its lane. Drifting from side to side. Windows tinted. Drifts close to us. Passes through the slush barrier. Sending the thick water onto our windshield. Blinding us. For a second. I don’t know if the car will continue and plow into us or not. Heart rate jumps. Activate wipers. The car has drifted away. I quickly pass it.
He continues his monologue. I continue my fight against sleep. This snow is beautiful. This snow is exhausting.
When we get home, we play in the yard for a few minutes. Throwing snowballs. He laughs. Finally a proper fall.
We watch trivial things. Antiques Roadshow. Star Trek. We assume she will win. How can she not. My partner goes to bed without knowing any of the results. I read a little while longer. Then texts from my sister. Worried. Then panicked. He will win. She will lose and he will win. And with him a reversal of all gains made over the past fifty years. I start following along on twitter. Everyone is in meltdown. My sister’s last text to me – What will we do for insurance? Their healthcare will be taken away. A sinking. I feel a twinge in my stomach. Fear and anger. This I cannot do. A pill to dull the fear. To lessen the worry. To fall asleep.
As dawn. She is gone already. Heading to work. Our son sleeps in bed still waking. I check the news on my phone. He has won. A heaviness. Do i exude something? Radiate emotional distress? My son leans close, puts his small arm around my chest says – I love you dad.
Disbelief. A total crushing. In the car to drop him off at school. The people on the radio speaking in sadness and worry about the results. How to talk about the news with your kids. My son in the back seat yells. Wait. Trump won?! But he’s a bad guy. We wanted the woman to win!
Walking to the train station. The feeling of the world. Existence. Bending around me. Perception shifting to accommodate this new reality.
On the train. Standing in a corner. Pressed close with people. My eyes on words in a book, but not absorbing any of it. At Division a co-worker gets on and comes straight to me. She looks. Her face and eyes. So many emotions. Then tears. As she cries. She sobs into my shoulder. I put one arm around her. We have no adequate words.
Sitting in my office. Alone. The weight of it. I cry and cry. I stand at my desk and cry. I sit in my chair and cry. Grief. As if someone close has died. We lose something. Our reality has changed. Our world has changed for the worse.