Cuppa

The Fur-Lined Teacup

Avant Garde Class, 12 October

They put the poverty of descriptions, if you want to call it fiction, on Facebook and all of that. Such a farce disgusted me. I wanted truth, tangible and tasty. I told him so. I said I wanted to meet a real salon woman--I thought that would be wonderful. There would be memory, pure and uncorrupted by technological sophistication.

"But, isn't that a bit of a kind of a rational thing," he asked? How could that be? It's such a noble thing, wanting to meet this mistily solid woman of my mind. I could see it--good wine, good food, good literature, staying at this island. I made it happen.

You can imagine how nervous I was. And when I told her so, this not solidly solid woman, as I'd expected, but sort of solidly misty instead, she snapped back, "But that's nothing, and this is a good thing to have in your life." Of course, she was right. It was.

And now, in their naturalism, they've created also a moon out there. Here we've been laughing for four months straight and what it's all about? Psychological novels try to create dimensions of the great chance events that erupt, but that makes destiny linear, there's no other dimension that enters in. No, once upon a time there will be anti-adventure, and you will tell tales, like this one, of your own.

La Fourmi

Robert Desnos, Chantefables et Chantefleurs. Illustrated by Olga Kowalevsky. 1944