4.02.2010

Guernica Reference

Wordless.  That's what I'm looking for.  New connections are full of analytical content.  I know how I got there and why.  Yes.  That "stray" thought in my head about french bread is because I had that travel dream last night... it's not "stray" at all.  It's easy to follow the string of words that lead from recent memory to current mental state.
Older memories are trickier.  They are just emotional stabs.  I don't mean that in a malevolent way, but rather in a neutral but violent way.  They are just there.  They've survived long enough to have all the connective tissue fall away.  A frame stands alone, tilted crazily on the wall of an old cliched staircase.  Where does the cliche go?  Nowhere, exactly where cliches belong.  It too, has been cut free of connective tissue, destined to hang alone - unhinged but constantly referenced in the futile effort to connect with others.
Which brings me to Eric Drooker's novel "Flood".  I stumbled across it while scanning the graphic novel section at the library.  Such are the risks of freedom unconstrained... or at least partially unconstrained... alright so really quite constrained but still I wouldn't have found the book had the library not put it up there so whatever level of constraint that counts for, there it is.
Old memories.  Yes.  The novel has a visual reference to the "Guernica" painting by Picasso.  There it is, on the left, as the cover of a Rage Against the Machine single.  So?  So my parents had a print copy of Guernica hanging in the house.  So?  I'd developed an early an strong attachment that that particular piece of art.  One that no doubt had many threads and lots of connective tissue but now is an isolated memory.  A strong impression.  So?  So it was good to try and build some new threads with an old memory, an old piece of art, a new memory and a new piece of art.


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