one of my grandfathers went to get a loaf of bread one fine afternoon and never came back. my grandmother tried for years to find him. among the factoids revealed by various investigators:
my granfather had for a time lived in wyoming, where he succeeded in monopolizing the market for living room tables made of old lobster traps.
he was married for a time and had a son by the second wife, to whom he gave the same name as he gave to my father.
there is a novel in the second, and a really stupid, really short film in the first.
somewhere.
i think.
maybe.
not one that anyone has actually done of course.
but you talk your solace where you can.
yes.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
-kamau brathwaite
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