When Date Night Includes the Seattle Art Museum Curator's Talk, "The Enigma of an Exalted Monk" Although we bolt the crème de pot at the Thai place to run across First Avenue in time for the museum lecture, I linger (mentally) over the dark chocolate’s bitterness and the whipped fluff’s sweetness yet grab the juicy strawberry halves splayed at the lip of the plate (can’t bear to leave behind their luscious redness — almost drinkable flesh after the stiffer texture of the custard), and we pitch ourselves, as I swallow the fruit, together, laughing, out onto the wet walkway, dash to make the light, and race into the packed auditorium. In synchrony we slide into our row, shed our warm layers, mute our phones, and give our attention to the image of the Chinese figure we have long loved, known as Monk at the Moment of Enlightenment. (Every time we visit him, we wonder at the wild vortex of his robe, the elation of his expression. He is in motion and about to sing or yell.) But our curator reveals he is someone unfamiliar, a Luohan or an Arhat, a Dragon Catcher without his bowl or pearl. His wooden skull, carved seven centuries ago, contains not items of consecration — no sacred scroll, no Yuan bank note, no semi-precious stone -- but paper chambers encasing mummified mud wasps. The night’s incidents and fresh facts collide, and from their crash, craft (in our own fat-filled minds) crackling new synapses all the jouncy bus ride home. Pamela Hobart Carter Pamela Hobart Carter used to be a teacher who wrote on the side. Now she is a writer who teaches and draws on the side. Her poems have appeared in Barrow Street, The Seattle Star, and The Seattle Times.
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