In the evenings, sitting in the hospital, Arta has been engaging in concerted acts of.... poetry!
Yep.
Sitting there, thinking about words, wordplay, and the ideas and possibilities embedded in these words.
The other day, in the context of a conversation about some great TikTok videos created by a student in the Inuit film class, videos reflecting on questions of nation and identity, Arta started talking to me about her latest poetic meditations, meditations circling around (forgive the pun) the terms PERIMETER and PARAMETER.
I told her that she had to tell me again, but that I would record to share with others in the family, simply because...
Thus, a little bit of video to share.
I decided NOT to edit it. This is raw footage (i just did not have the energy to edit out the first few minutes) For those who want to get to the substance of her thoughts, skip forward to minute 2:50.
If you are in no rush, then you will get to see a bit of preliminary ramblings, incuding Rebecca's attempt to close the blinds, Rebecca's bad handling of an exact-o-knife, more of Arta's room at the hospital, including all of her scarves hanging off the gantry, the flowers delivered to our house by Deb Curran, Arta's lunch tray, and even Arta brushing her eyebrows before we start. Such treasures! :-) Enjoy.
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