Dec
26
Another Christmas Card
Every year for many now, Jack Kimball makes something in December with references to Christmas, and I write about it. Even now, with my writing restrained by the act of living or the act of trying to live, I find the time, on this day of days, this busy day, to write a few words.
But we don't know where words come from, how our ideas spring into us, where the Martians live inside our bodies, guiding us without our ever feeling it. Just as we don't know how we make a picture, how we figured out the meaning of jumbled sounds tossed at us in childhood, how we make a collage hold steady in some space between right here in the present and everywhere else in every eon, and all at once.
With this collage, my first sense is that it is a hotel lobby.
But we don't know where words come from, how our ideas spring into us, where the Martians live inside our bodies, guiding us without our ever feeling it. Just as we don't know how we make a picture, how we figured out the meaning of jumbled sounds tossed at us in childhood, how we make a collage hold steady in some space between right here in the present and everywhere else in every eon, and all at once.
With this collage, my first sense is that it is a hotel lobby.
