By Laura Hartmark November clutters the leaves with cymbals, and my mouth with metal. It’s the ashes, ashes, all fall down month. Birds, and old humans who do not move south are more likely to die in November. Rugs on the floor try to lie on their [...]
Archive for November, 2011
NOVEMBER
Posted in laura hartmark on November 23, 2011 | 2 Comments »
The End of the World Red Dress
Posted in laura hartmark, tagged C.K. Williams, Carolyn Forché, Cornelius Eady, end of the world, red dress on November 19, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
By Laura Hartmark It was in Carolyn Forché‘s poetry class that I heard the story of the Lebanese woman dressed to the nines in Chanel. I do not remember the woman’s name. She was a friend of the poet. The friend was leaving her home in Beirut during the war. Being killed by bullets or [...]
Breakup Makeup MixTape (for girls)
Posted in laura hartmark, tagged Air Traffic Controller, break-up, cookbook, make-up, mixtape on November 15, 2011 | 3 Comments »
By Laura Hartmark If there were a cookbook for breakups and makeups, it would be a mixtape. A series of sweet and sour sounds to fill the hungry ears, starved of the sweet nothings you really felt were something. And they were something. This is like the Happy Meal girl toy version. This [...]
The Door of Hope
Posted in laura hartmark on November 8, 2011 | 3 Comments »
By Laura Hartmark My grandfather had another house. It was just something that always was. And the strangers who lived in this other house were like family to my grandfather, although they were not family. If the images from cartoons are to be believed, they were criminals, all of them. Perhaps that is not [...]
Someday I Will Write About Norway
Posted in laura hartmark, tagged engagement, family, Norway, norwegian on November 7, 2011 | 3 Comments »
By Laura Hartmark It is something I do to hear the voice of my grandfather. I find this video and wait for the german narrator to begin at minute 2:08 and end at 2:58. It is not my grandfather. My grandfather spoke in Norwegian. In fact, he hated everything german because of the war. But [...]
Sobbing Against Steering Wheels
Posted in laura hartmark, tagged breakdown, cry, rain, stoic, stoicism, style on November 5, 2011 | 4 Comments »
By Laura Hartmark The first time I came back to a dead car battery after my divorce it was raining big messy sploshes of rain-snow or snow-rain. The sky had nothing to offer that day but heavy over-committed snowflakes losing their cool. Splosh, splash and sploosh tried one after another to hold it together but [...]
Game
Posted in laura hartmark, tagged game on November 2, 2011 | 3 Comments »
By Laura Hartmark Musical Introduction brought to you by Swedes Singing Backward: (which reminds me of my favorite home movie filmstrip as a child – “Susan eating cereal in fast backwards.” It was brilliant, and although I think the joke was about vomiting, it taught me to believe that time and space [...]
