Hey blog,
How are you? We haven't communicated in a while. I'm not even sure anyone looks at you yet. I wouldn't-- it's certainly not the best way to get news of me... Anyhow, in celebration of vain pursuits and procrastination, I'm going to keep writing in you. And my material will now on be from what I write for my Mind, Body, Pen class which guarantees a weekly supply of writing which may or may not make it onto the web depending on just how crap it is... The up-side to this experiment is that my writing tends to make people laugh or at least smile. I admit, that 90% of the time eliciting laughter wasn't my intention but I figure you take what you can get.
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The first week they had us write on or using medical language. Neruda writes beautiful images of his wife's body, making it into solid, tactible objects, making beauty out of her plainess, and plainess out of her beauty. For example, he says, "My ugly one, where do your breasts hide? They are minimal like two cups of wheat. I'd like to see two moons on your chest: the gigantic towers of your sovereignity." That's my own rough translation.
My writing is not nearly as good as Neruda's, but I tried to make my own body solid and tactible.
My first year of college Devon, a basketball player who lived in my dorm said, "Xavi, you have the flattest belly I ever seen!"
"Really?" I answered-- my standard response when I disagree with a compliment.
My belly and all the Soto women bellies are round. They protrude slightly, convexities that spread from between our pelvises and ribs to reach their peak just below our navels. Depending on the amount of extra weight on our bodies, they jut out more or less and we classify them in months of gestation.
When Devon commented on my belly I was 18 and weighed all of 90-something pounds. Just weeks along, I supposed, but definitely pregnant-like.
The past 8 years my belly has grown and expanded from a mound of dirt to a small hill, making thought of Pilates cross my mind. A one monther. Round and pale and aversive of public appearances.
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5 comments:
are you having our house baby?!
and yes, I do like your writing, and yes, it does make me smile
Good thing this belly phenomenon only affects the Soto women...
tengo dos comentarios:
1. i agree with sarah about your writing
2. conozco mujeres fuera del linaje soto que tienen barriguitas, y se ven de lo mas bien. Asi que digo que quien sea debe celebrar su pipa, es una caracteristica muy agradable.
can I be godmother to the house baby? I think as a future pediatrician, I have the necessary qualifications :)
I read your blog too, Xavi.
It doesn't evaporate into cyberspace!
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