Reading Ulysses in Montana #198
Hungry for more, you took less than they deserved and served the curved partita on a plate of banana-encrusted stoneware.
Next up, the founding flounders of Flanders that you heard about as a child on your uncle’s knee, but even then you suspected he was only joking, or simply lying through his teeth. You wouldn’t fall for that now, but you might be perpetuating such silliness in the stillness of the night of nights, longest days and shortest nights notwithstanding. Pins and needles are no match for the vague smiles you throw at the mirror at the close of day, but mirrors have secrets of their own, and begrudge you nothing but uncertain jars of library jam.
Your aunt in Hungary plays the partita on her banana-encrusted piano, and you know the joke’s been on you ever since.
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What a wonderfully surreal and playful piece! I enjoyed the way language twists and turns through unexpected images, creating a dreamlike landscape where bananas, partitas, mirrors, and family legends all seem perfectly at home together. The humor is subtle, the absurdity delightful, and beneath it all runs a fascinating meditation on memory, storytelling, and the unreliable nature of what we choose to believe. A thoroughly entertaining read that rewards surrendering to its whimsical logic.
You’ve met my aunt, as well?
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