the waves / (at lunch today)

virginia woolf’s ‘the waves’ moves like a long distance train and you are on the upper berth half asleep. the movement is soothing, gentle; the language precise, perfect as it washes over you in detail heavy images. once drawn in by the rhythm its like being rocked to a sleep filled with vivid soft focus dreams. six identities intersect, merge and dissolve into one another and into this landscape as they love one another and mourn a common loss. as the story is told the sun rises and sets over the sea. a day is a lifetime. and waves are time, are overlapping identities, affections, tenderness, jealousies, resentments and love within the intricately carved terrains of family and friendship..

at lunch today..