adrienne rich, transcendental etude (via sentimentaljury). i am so happy to be reunited with the dream of a common language, which i strangely did not remember to take home, though it is usually the book i most need near me.
i was telling the story tonight of how my college not-boyfriend bought me two tickets to see adrienne rich at the 92nd street y for my 20th birthday. it was the most surprising, thoughtful gift anyone had even gotten me. then he crushed my soul by refusing to go. i took a friend. 15 years later he apologized.
more recently i asked “do you know what my favorite book is?” and was answered “the promise of a universal language?” which, of course, is the devastating point, exactly.