Chairs have no eyes
21st April 2009Lights are off save screen glow and the room is five below optimum. There’s a baggie of musty moist greenery on the coffee table like richly soiled fresh-cut clove grass times 50 billion. It makes my tongue curl and water. Also water bottles, fresh and cool and a bowl of rock candy on fancy sticks of bamboo and the most comfortable chair ever. The most comfortable chair ever facing an old Nintendo game system, the chair’s arms snaking controls round mine to show me button combos and pistol aim to pixelate our eyes. Well, my eyes because you’re a comfortable chair and chairs have no eyes. Comfortable chair, fetch me my bobby socks and pull them over my cold toes, you rock. You make whirlpool feelings good in my belly and ears. You make glow in the dark trails appear to follow everything.
21st April 2009 at 11:16 pm
did you read my entry today before you wrote this or did our bobby socks synchronise?
(this was lovely.)
22nd April 2009 at 7:25 am
The objects of everyday life have led strange lives of their own. Often generated by complicated contexts and personal conflicts, once implanted in quotidian activities, they become naturalized or invisible—some call their meanings “closed”—and their controversial pasts become quietly hidden. These objects reflect and reproduce the societies that construct them along with the personal conflicts of the humans that interacts with it.
22nd April 2009 at 12:28 pm
Love the notion of that chair, we’ve all got things like that that just scream comfort. Cushions and blankets and pillows and certain mugs work for me too!
22nd April 2009 at 8:43 pm
Roberta: Nooo, that was completely unintentional, hence my surprise when I went to yours. You and me, babe, we connected. ;)
Mariana: Hello Robot! Cookie? :)
Jem: Yes, although the opposite is true, too, we all have people that are comfortable as cushions. (One hopes …)
22nd April 2009 at 11:09 pm
Do you have big thumbs?
And do you know Pac Man personally?
23rd April 2009 at 7:00 pm
Aren’t chairs brilliant?
Three chairs for chairs.
Nice post, Ani.