salmon pink......

ok, so i have run out of things to read in a house weighed down heavily by books.....books on shelves, books in stacks on floors, counters, under beds.......there is not a room in this house, save the laundry room, that lacks a collection of books......and this must be an oversight......so in desperation i picked up a volume left by my eldest when he moved into his summer apartment.... the poetics of space: the classical look at how we experience intimate places....by gaston bachelard.....written in 1958 en francais, and republished in boston by beacon books........not the sort of reading to which i am accustomed, by any means........but this book is growing on me......first, because it bears the highlighting and margin notes of a loved one........i am a big fan of highlighting and margin notes.......a passion that at least one c-w abhors.......i believe books are to be consumed, pondered, and rehashed.....and this is only possible when one keeps notes in the places where notes are most likely to be remembered....the margins.....my bible became so highlighted and noted that i haveco-opted my spouses bible....and have slowly begun the process in a book not quite my own.....anyway.....i have enjoyed the chapters thus studied mostly because of the passages my child chose to highlight.....they shed some light on his take on this subject.........one's birthplace.....the house in which you were born......i will attempt to retype the following passage that was highlighted in chapter 1.......the great function of poetry is to give us back the situation ofour dreams. the house we were born in is more than an embodiment of home, it is also an embodiment of dreams. each one of its nooks and corners was a resting-place for daydreaming. and often the resting place particularized in the daydream. our habits of a particular daydream were acquired there. ..........and as i pondered this passage, i had a flashback.....of coloring in my birthplace-home in millersburg, ohio....in my own room.....with a crayon the color of salmon pink.........and i was being asked about my fondness for the color in the flashback, though i do not recall by whom.....but i am coloring a colonial woman's dress.....well within the lines, by the way........gentle readers.....i do not yet understand what salmon pink has to do with my personal reveries........however, i do have a fondness for terracotta shades...earthy shades......maybe crayola just started me out with that first crayon, and the rest of my life since has been in pursuit of a harmony tied to this theme........well, maybe not........but i really enjoyed the memory......whether i will make it through this book is another matter.......give me good-oldfashioned murder and mayhem.......