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sometime in 2001 (does this post make any sense to anyone?)
I imagined calling his dad and his dad telling me that he was dead. I cried and cried in my bed as if it had actually happened. What kind of a mid-life crisis is this? Perhaps it is a mourning for the beginning of the end of idealism. So long white knight, a damsel who is not in distress does not need a person like you. The white knight has to come ( Read more... ) -
sometime in 2004, that terrible time
What thoughts did you keep from me and share only with others until I withdrew so far away that you had to cast your thoughts out like a fishing line to reel me in, but by that time, my armour was too strong to let the hook sink in far enough to stay. It would dislodge itself and tear slowly down my sides, so slowly, too slowly to notice the damage ( Read more... ) -
sometime in 2004 after death and before marriage
Falling down this hill, a shadow across my memory, where light flickers in and out, illuminating playgrounds and cemeteries, a graveyard of tears and poetry, sidewalks of skipping songs, drum a rhythm, beat a dance, think that the chair will support you, come round in this circle and show yourself beyond all poetry. I am more than these skipping ( Read more... ) -
March 23, 2010
Miles away from me, he lies. I sit. But the clock cannot wait. It ticks faster than my breath which still refuses to stop. He is lying there, miles away in the other room but not as far as my own self which I cannot even see anymore. Can I find myself in time? I ask the clock. And if I do, will he like what he sees? And if I do will I still want ( Read more... ) -
My translation of the elusive Ne Me Quitte Pas
... is all about maintaining the same style of language, rawness of feeling and musical timing as the original while at the same time being as true as possible to the words and images he used, instead of a Hallmark card version of it. So here is the original and below it is my translation... You will find that if you tried to sing my translation in ( Read more... ) -
so many grand things waiting to be furthered
I started translating a book of french short stories (I never remember when the language name should be capitalized but I think if it is used as an adjective, it shouldn't). I'm not normally into short stories because just when I get drawn in and actually start caring about the characters, they end, or otherwise, they aren't long enough to develop ( Read more... ) -
Is this how meditation starts?
Inside this tangled mind, I am silent. Thoughts fly past but catch hold of nothing. Distractions litter the path before me and obscure the path behind me. -
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it comes in cycles ( Read more... ) -
once upon an idealistic and floofy time
...when I used to call people kindred spirits ( Read more... ) -
perspectives on culture
wanted this old email bit as ... a reminder of the extent to which I probe the inner workings of a culture in order to gain a better perspective on my own... and an appreciation for the person who had the time and interest to answer me ( Read more... )