Sunday morning late: still in the apartment. Yesterday, cold weather forced me to stay indoors just about all of the day. Considered a movie at Lincoln Center towards the evening, but when out shopping, the cold was so brutal that I decided it was better to stay inside. Watched Yale Princeton basketball game instead---a really good game that Yale jusl pulled out. So went the main part of the evening.
A movie today...? Yes, but what and where? How far do I want to travel and do I want to find a place to watch the two football playoff ga---mes today. Well, they don't start for a while, so....at Lincoln Center---Hiroshima Mon Amour, an amazing film made in 59. I saw it my first year at Hopkins---17 years old, still remember it. I took a date, and the movie theater was in a part of Baltimore that I had never been to. I remember being overwhelmed by the erotic images in the movie---it was startling to me. The intensity---do I want to relive those images again, now in my present? To see the movie today, would also mean visiting my seventeen year old self, remembering the trip, the bus ride to the theater---trying to navigate the unknown streets of that part of Baltimore. Probably too much overload. I have a fantasy of taking a woman I am having an affair with, who has never seen Hiroshima Mon Amour,before, to see it. That and Persona---a great movie to re-see with someone you are very close to. But I am not having an affair with anyone at this given moment. To see the movie alone...? Maybe too much.
Return to Cobra Club, maybe see a play---still might be too difficult---Sundays have become odd days for me---instead of the voyages in and around Bushwick, I simply remain home, most of the time, and wait for the week to begin.That is where the action is now---either at Friends or tutoring. Last week 10 sessions--would have had more if the snow had not closed the libraries. Enjoying the intensity, the focus of my relationships with the kids I am tutoring. Speaking of wish, yesterday I read an essay about Prep for Prep, and its effects on the black students who were part of it. Really interesting---part of a group of essays by black writers that were published in the New Yorker. Will continue reading more today.
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