after midnight | in the morning

Posted on | September 6, 2010 | 4 Comments

There is a quiet now that I’m unused to. The way the house almost hums: the ambient noise of all the things we use all day, plugged into their sockets, sleeping with green blinking eyes open. The baby sleeps; the boy too, spread-eagle on his bunk. I can hear them breathing.

Outside there are crickets in the dark, calling with their stick-legs sawing legs for summer to last a little longer, and also to have the of encounters with a mate.

It’s 1am. My mind is a hive of whirring thoughts. Heidegger and his mysteries coupled with all the things I do not know about how to make a video capture of my screen, or how to alter images the way I see them in my mind, and there are also things about aperture and chance and promise. And this: what will I do when the day comes fast and hard and I’ve had only five hours of sleep, backing up against a handful of other nights with barely six. How not to take the world personally then?

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I wake up with “you are the best thing… that ever happened to me..” running through my head in loops and I can hear the boys downstairs clattering, laughing, fighting over the fire truck. My husband has let me sleep in some, and when I slide into the skin of my waking self I feel still, like the hive of bees swarming through my limbs, each finger quivering slightly, and the thoughts I went to sleep with are still there, like a trace of sugar on my lips. I remember, I gather, the thoughts coming faster, too fast until there are words before sentences.

Heidegger. Oh my. Have any of you read Heidegger? The piece I was working through last night was called “The Question of Technology” and oh, how his circular, mysterious sentences thrill me. I am a girl for whom philosophy speaks truth. I’m versed in this. The way words, when traced to their origins reveal certain truths. I love it, even as the questions themselves make me uneasy.

I keep meaning to show up here in a more reasonable way: with a complete story, with a real update–of all the things and thoughts and ideas that have filled my days, but I can’t seem to yet. So the fragments will have to do. The snippets, whenever they come, making a patchwork memory of these moments.

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4 Responses to “after midnight | in the morning”

  1. Megsie
    September 6th, 2010 @ 9:15 am

    Put in a movie for the kids and NAP! Have your lovely husband take the kids for a bike ride… You can do it! If I got through it, so can you. What I found was that after a late night (or all-nighter) I didn’t do any work accept the house stuff of feeding and nurturing. (And being grumpy, sometimes.) I was honest and told everyone that I was up all night and tired. It worked out fine, you can do it!

  2. lizardek
    September 6th, 2010 @ 3:50 pm

    Too many late nights and you’ll find yourself giggling at Heidegger instead of thrilling to him. :D And I, for one, think these snippets of verse and word and dream are scrumptious.

  3. doorways traveler
    September 7th, 2010 @ 11:44 am

    i’ve surrendered to the fragments, too. and yours are lovely, indeed.

  4. Rose
    September 8th, 2010 @ 3:01 pm

    Heidegger . . . He is impossible . . and amazing. I think I could read Being and Time for the rest of my life and always discover something shockingly, movingly, new. How’s your German these days? :) If you can muddle through looking back and forth between the original and a translation, well, to me a lot of the language feels more natural in German . . . I like his definition of technology as a kind of bringing forth or bringing into being. Beyond that, I’ve never known quite what to make of the essay . . . it feels a bit quaint and sort of 19th century (though I know it was published mid-20th). Will you be reading Walter Benjamin as well? Can’t wait to hear more about everything you’re reading and thinking throughout your program!

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