I'm Major Jackson and this is the slowdown.

I'm Major Jackson and this is the slowdown.

In the film, a woman under the influence,

in the film, a woman under the influence,

Mabel Longetti sets dinner for her husband

and his fellow laborers after a long day in the quarry.

At the table, one of the men with an exquisite operatic voice belts out an

Aria from Puccini. Mabel abandons her seat, leans over, and now very close to the man,

stares deep into his mouth.

She looks up in disbelief. I have been Mabel, utterly mesmerized by a performance so remarkable that I felt

my blood shift in my veins. When a performer brings their whole self, the planets

align. Life magically makes sense.

Today's famous poem ponders one of those moments in which, through another's expression,

all agonies and confusions give way to a dignified stasis.

The idea of order at Key West by Wallace Stevens.

She sang beyond the genius of the sea.

The water never formed to mind or voice like a body, holy body, fluttering its empty sleeves,

and yet its mimic motion made constant cry, caused constantly a cry that was not ours, although we understood

inhuman of the ver variable ocean.

The sea was not a mask, no more was she.

The song and water were not medleyed sound, even if what she sang was what she heard,

since what she sang was uttered word by word.

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