tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post2575881216690030676..comments2024-03-22T21:02:55.051+13:00Comments on Bat, Bean, Beam: The Museum of You (3): Something You LostGiovanni Tisohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10618534731338616708noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-26879977703949528312009-06-07T18:30:52.790+12:002009-06-07T18:30:52.790+12:00HB, I've already voiced my appreciation for th...HB, I've already voiced my appreciation for this particularly worthy effort on your blog, but might as well belabour the point here. Just lovely. I shall also confess to finding Justine's old reports and schoolwork very endearing indeed.Giovanni Tisohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10618534731338616708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-43777152864222912752009-06-04T19:14:08.196+12:002009-06-04T19:14:08.196+12:00Three correspondences
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The letters she wrote me...Three correspondences<br /><br />1.<br />The letters she wrote me<br />I stored with devotion,<br />inside a drawer that was<br />dense with keepsakes.<br /><br />Though her stories took up <br />the whole of that space,<br />when exposed to the light<br />the sun shone through.<br /><br />Her handwriting changed<br />as she shifted continents.<br />Whatever I wrote her<br />got lost in the Megan Claytonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03584562106579704547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-19329781995153934832009-06-04T11:38:23.205+12:002009-06-04T11:38:23.205+12:00The found scarab cannot be given away...The found scarab cannot be given away...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04424066726955708314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-55007523413403390532009-06-04T10:48:35.115+12:002009-06-04T10:48:35.115+12:00We tend to smuggle the odd item across every time ...We tend to smuggle the odd item across every time we go, mum is quite keen for us to do so and that includes some objects that were never mine - like the beautiful chess set that my father taught me the game on. I resist taking those, it seems premature even though it's not as if they're any use for her. <br /><br />But now with the kids there is some extra incentive. Old comic books and Giovanni Tisohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10618534731338616708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-1357208344150860412009-06-03T20:47:33.194+12:002009-06-03T20:47:33.194+12:00Giovanni, yes, I think there is more to be said on...Giovanni, yes, I think there is more to be said on this subject. That is, trying to imagine the past, to construct memories, in a relationship that crosses cultures. Along these lines there is quite a lovely episode that Adam Gopnik writes about when he was raising his small son in Paris and tried to induct him into American culture by telling him an ongoing bedtime story about a baseball katyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15742280289613450293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-17796918295251413802009-06-03T18:30:52.507+12:002009-06-03T18:30:52.507+12:00My husband has a bedroom full of possessions in hi...<i>My husband has a bedroom full of possessions in his family home</i>.<br /><br />Justine didn't have a lot of belongings that still dated back to her NZ life when I met her in Europe, so I think I had a similar experience to yours when she showed me her things in the family home. The sense of being so removed from that life of hers was heightened there by the fact that those things not onlyGiovanni Tisohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10618534731338616708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-55942786483299495292009-06-03T08:46:15.852+12:002009-06-03T08:46:15.852+12:00That is so cool, that is Love.That is so cool, that is Love.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04424066726955708314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-51976223154940852022009-06-02T21:00:38.467+12:002009-06-02T21:00:38.467+12:00My husband has a bedroom full of possessions in hi...My husband has a bedroom full of possessions in his family home. Because he hasn't lived there for many years the items represent a time that is a mystery to me and there is nothing I love more than considering these objects and squirrelling away books, cds, photos, shirts to secretly bring back to New Zealand and remind me of who he was before I knew him.katyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15742280289613450293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-37153724741314443372009-06-02T19:24:14.037+12:002009-06-02T19:24:14.037+12:00I have all The Head paintings in my bedroom, it is...I have all The Head paintings in my bedroom, it is The Found Mausoleum Of Me, impenetrable to others.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04424066726955708314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-68600603413751836542009-06-02T16:04:39.072+12:002009-06-02T16:04:39.072+12:00You would have liked the Dimitri Martin skit entit...You would have liked the Dimitri Martin skit entitled "BDSM couple whose safe word is the correct pronunciation of gnocchi," then.<br /><br />The Pink Paper is quite a sad find, HORansome, the ones on Found Magazine tend to be less suggestive, certainly less interesting. And I know it's not naming names, but I think I'd find my being in possession of it somehow intrusive. Not that I'm casting Giovanni Tisohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10618534731338616708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-79626882646237139062009-06-02T12:50:48.877+12:002009-06-02T12:50:48.877+12:00Oh gods, if I say I lost it can I have it? It'...Oh gods, if I say I lost it can I have it? It's gorgeous. (Also scarabs have slightly dodgy personal significance for me. One's safe word should be something unusual and distinctive-sounding.)Emmahttp://www.publicaddress.net/upfrontnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-39790058717730401112009-06-02T12:08:00.896+12:002009-06-02T12:08:00.896+12:00My favourite found object was given to me by my fo...My favourite found object was given to me by my fourth form Social Studies teacher. It was a note he found on the side of the road and it's haunted and fascinated me for most of my life since then. I call it the Pink Paper and I reproduce its words here:<br /><br />Transcription of the `Pink Paper’<br /><br />1 changed will to<br />make P.R. beneficicary [sic] & Exeuotor [sic]<br />as Matthew R. X. Dentithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12499867223966169985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-39289234214355700392009-06-02T10:07:12.595+12:002009-06-02T10:07:12.595+12:00I liked collecting found objet, even if it is obvi...I liked collecting found objet, even if it is obviously discarded stuff. But I've also got four passport photos (fluttering down to a footpath near you), and a declaration that some girl is some other girl's best friend forever.Robynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16278675946018423652noreply@blogger.com