I read your writing so often but don't comment much. Your writing is purely wonderful and it just flows. Thank you for pointing this out today. I cried watching her. So effortless...she was playing on the ice for all of us...life can be that graceful in the middle of it!!! Thank you!
I was totally breathless her entire performance, but when she did the spinning knee slide it was like a weird exhale, and I don't even care THAT much for figure skating. Her "That's what I'm fucking talking about!" into the camera was exactly what the whole damn world needed.
It felt like a giant middle finger in the face of the hateful, pessimistic, negative slop we're being force fed on a daily basis. It felt like resistance. Joy as furious opposition.
Lovely essay. Agreed, joy is a major part of surviving this shit show- I did something similar last week, for the same reason, and wrote about a play by Ronnie Larson. The arts will help us through...
I read your writing so often but don't comment much. Your writing is purely wonderful and it just flows. Thank you for pointing this out today. I cried watching her. So effortless...she was playing on the ice for all of us...life can be that graceful in the middle of it!!! Thank you!
Me, too. Why were we crying?
you write
with the grace
with which
she skates
I was totally breathless her entire performance, but when she did the spinning knee slide it was like a weird exhale, and I don't even care THAT much for figure skating. Her "That's what I'm fucking talking about!" into the camera was exactly what the whole damn world needed.
100% YES. And it's not my thing either, but her performance transcended skating. It was art. Beautiful. Vital.
It felt like a giant middle finger in the face of the hateful, pessimistic, negative slop we're being force fed on a daily basis. It felt like resistance. Joy as furious opposition.
Lovely essay. Agreed, joy is a major part of surviving this shit show- I did something similar last week, for the same reason, and wrote about a play by Ronnie Larson. The arts will help us through...
The arts are the oxygen to the carbon monoxide of this era.
Haven't they always been? Our only connection to the idea that we might be worth saving, after all.
The only way to breathe!!