with Maxim George in Los Angeles
Parity Lovers is about unresolved fantasies of total description. Light aristocrats set off to spend the rest of their lives in an uncomfortable hallucination: Interstitial stitchin' space, a moon shot away from negative ecstasy. The fairly thin connections turn out not to be ‘real,’ features only of her imagination; and even these are nonetheless isolate, locked into themselves by their status as fact in a jealous world.
“I practiced for many years the exercise of recapturing that epiphanic moment, and I would always find again the same plenitude. I would slip into it as into a fragment of time devoid of duration—without beginning, middle, or end. During my last years in L.A., when I struggled with profound attacks of melancholy, I still succeeded at times in returning to the golden-green light of that afternoon, the naive ocean...But even though the beatitude was the same, it was now impossible to bear because it aggravated me too much. Imagination is lessening the tremendous plague. Despite some failures of vision and nerve, they fly or fall on its own merits.” I have to admit that I felt ill at ease, even a bit miserable. So I said, “Every night before I fall asleep I stare at my favorite painting”