re: Vertigo

at the far edge of the spiral, slowing twisting back on itself, I approach the eye of the storm:  Hitchcock's Vertigo.

i begin with an image, the dvd slides in, the skip ahead in time and i see madeleine dip into san fancisco bay--and, it is only this moment, at 11 o'clock in the evening, san francisco time, that i connect hitch's image with that one carefully drawn by proust in his bed, that of a madeleine dipped in his tea

and as madeleine judy kim floats in the tank bay, i remember, i spiral slowly back out, back to the summers of creation, the cancer of winter darkness, the triumph again of spring, the loss of heat, the long, long darkness, the darkness falls, vertigo falls

vertigo

falls

i look up

i look down