Janie’s visit
Tuesday, May 31st, 2011
Janie and I talked and talked when she visited last January. We're both hungry for time and space to surround us in memory and image. She suggested I read the new Lydia Davis translation of Proust's Swann's Way and I did. This collage is from that reading. Some of the other passages in the book I used on other pages:
"... Winter bedrooms in which, as soon as you are in bed, you bury your head in a nest braided of the most disparate things, a corner of the pillow, the top of the covers, a bit of shawl, the side of the bed and an issue of the Debats roses."
“So it was that, for a long time, when awakened at night, I remembered Combray again, I saw nothing of it but this sort of luminous panel, cut out among indistinct shadows, like those panels which the glow of a Bengal light or some electric projection will cut out and illuminate in a building whose other parts remain plunged in darkness.”