Over the past year or so, C., at Distinctly Praise the Years, has been writing what I only know to call a hymnography of embodiment, sublime, intimate, joyful and aching. Her latest posts are beyond my meager powers of description. I simply bow in her direction, in respect, and as a way of pointing you towards her.
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FROM SEQUENCE 1
February 1999
A note to newcomers and return visitors to this piece: Why was this piece for some time far and away the most viewed of all the pieces on Montaigbakhtinian? I have been curious. Comments are more than welcome.
One fall afternoon I was changing my clothes at the Y next to an elderly man. He had a pair of flip-flops for going to the showers and the pool, and I had been looking to buy a new pair ever since my last one had come apart a few months earlier. I asked the man where he had bought his flip-flops. He wouldn’t tell me. It was clear he did not like divulging such personal information to a man he didn’t know who was changing his clothes right next to him.
He did say, however, that flip-flops are much easier to find in stores in the…
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