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Don't ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn't fall in love, I rose in it. Toni Morrison, Jazz Pain. I seem to have an affection, a kind of sweettooth for it. Bolts of lightning, little rivulets of thunder. And I the eye of the storm. Toni Morrison, Jazz the hopelessness that comes from knowing too little and feeling too much (so brittle, so dry h e is in danger of the reverse: feeling nothing and knowing everything) Toni Morrison, Jazz What's the world for you if you can't make it up the way you want it? Toni Morrison, Jazz Im crazy about this City. Daylight slants like a razor cutting the buildings in half. In the top half I see looking faces and its not easy to tell which are people, which the work of stonemasons. Below is shadow where any blas thing takes place: clarinets and lovemaking, fists and the voices of sorrowful women. A city like this one makes me dream tall and feel in on things. Hep. Its the bright steel rocking above the shade below that does it. When I look over strips of green grass lining the river, at church steeples and into the cream-and-copper halls of apartment buildings, Im strong. Alone, yes, but top-notch and indestructible-like the City in 1926 when all the wars are over and there will never be another one. The people down there in the shadow are happy about that. At last , at last, everythings ahead. The smart ones say so and people listening to them and reading what they write down agree: Here comes the new. Look out. Toni Morrison, Jazz Say make me, remake me. You are free to do it and I am free to let you because look, look. Look where your hands are. Now. Toni Morrison, Jazz But the picking out, the choosing. Don't ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn't fall in love, I rose in it. I saw you and made up my mind. My mind. Toni Morrison, Jazz A son ain't what a woman say. A son is what a man do. Toni Morrison, Jazz All she saw, down in the cellar well beneath the stoop, was a light yellow feather with a tip of green. And she had never named him. Had called him "my parrot" all these years. "My parrot." "Love you. "Love you." Did the dogs get him? Or did he get the message - that she said, "My parrot" and he said, "Love you," and she had never said it back or even taken the trouble to name him - and manage somehow to fly away on wings that had not soared for six years. Toni Morrison, Jazz I laughed but before I could agree with the hairdressers that she was crazy, she said, 'What's the world for if you can't make it up the way you want it?' " 'The way I want it?'

" 'Yeah. The way you want it. Don't you want it to be something more than what it is?' " 'What'st eh point? I can't change it.' " 'That's the point. If you don't, it will change you and it'll be your fault cause you let it. I let it. And messed up my life.' " 'Mess it up how?' " 'Forgot it.' " 'Forgot?' " 'Forgot it was mine. My life. I just ran up and down the streets wishing I was somebody else. Toni Morrison, Jazz ...a habit that had become one of those necessary things for the night... surely a body-friendly if not familiar-lying next to you. Someone whose touch is a reassurance, not an affront or a nuissance. Whose heavy breathing neither enrages nor discusts you, but amuses you like that of a cherished pet. Toni Morrison, Jazz Hospitality is gold in this City; you have to be clever to figure out how to be welcoming and defensive at the same time. When to love something and when to quit. If you don't know how, you can end up out of control or controlled by some outside thing like that hard case last winter. Toni Morrison, Jazz When they fall in love with a city, it is for forever and it is like forever. Toni Morrison, Jazz And the City, in its own way, gets down for you, cooperates, smoothing its sidewalks, correcting its curbstones, offering you melons and green apples on the corner. Racks of yellow head scarves; strings of Egyptian beads. Kansas fried chicken and something with raisins call attention to an open window where the aroma seems to lurk. And if that's not enough, doors to speakeasies stand ajar and in that cool dark place a clarinet coughs and clears its throat waiting for the woman to decide on the key. She makes up her mind and as you pass by informs your back that she is daddy's little angel child. The City is smart at this: smelling and good and looking raunchy; sending secret messages disguised as public signs: this way, open here, danger to let colored only single men on sale woman wanted private room stop dog on premises absolutely no money down fresh chicken free delivery fast. And good at opening locks, dimming stairways. Covering your moans with its own. Toni Morrison, Jazz ...the City is what they want it to be: thriftless, warm, scary and full of amiable strangers. No wonder they forget pebbly creeks and when they do not forget the sky completely think of it as a tiny piece of information about the time of day or night. Toni Morrison, Jazz I was so sure it would happen. That the past was an abused record with no choice but to repeat itself at the crack and no power on earth could lift the arm that held the needle. Toni Morrison, Jazz You're in trouble,' she says, yawning. 'Deep, deep trouble. Can't rival the dead for love. Lose every time. Toni Morrison, Jazz this is the it you've been looking for Toni Morrison, Jazz

Pain. I seem to have an affection, a kind of sweettooth for it. Bolts of lightni ng, little rivulets of thunder. And I the eye of the storm. Mourning the split trees, hens starving on rooftops. Figuring out what can be done to save them since they cannot save themselves without me because- well, its my storm, isnt it? I break lives to prove I can mend them back again. And although the pain is theirs, I share it, dont I? Of course. Of course. I wouldn't have it any other way. But it is another way. I am uneasy now. Feeling a bit false. What, I wonder, what would I be without a few brilliant spots of blood to ponder? Without aching words that set, then miss, the mark? Toni Morrison, Jazz They laughed too, even Rose Dear shook her head and smiled, and suddenly the world was right side up. Violet learned then what she had forgotten until this moment: that laughter is serious. More complicated, more serious than tears. Toni Morrison, Jazz