la vie les aventures.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
I wish I had an SLR to take higher-quality pictures. I wish I had more time to edit pictures and make them look how I want them to look or how I thought they looked in the moment. Actually, it's really not true that I don't have the time or resources to edit pictures. I work in a computer lab. What I mean is that I don't have the patience to spend time on it (and I need to dedicate a lot of the time to homework, career researching, blah blah blah). I didn't take any of the pictures in my last post, and usually I don't. It's pretty obvious if they're my pictures by the entry.
I've started spending more time on serious subjects, and I guess writing in here is a chance to actually say what I want to say (unless I cited something at the bottom, I wrote it), and keep track of things I find to be beautiful. It's refreshing, and I feel like it's a manifestation of my imagination. And if you actually enjoy reading it, I'm glad. Thank you so much for reading what I write. This blog has become a foray into how I think, and if you like it, that's the best thing I could ever hear.
Here is something I read in Anthropology 414 by Edward Sapir I really liked. I hope you do, too. It's beautiful (you are too, and somebody probably thought that about you today). It's not the whole poem, just my favorite part.
i send you this. through the monotony
and rise of the slow dreaming ritual
through the dry glitter of the desert sea
and sharpness of the mesa, keep the flowing
of your spirit, in many branching ways
be running mirrors to the colored maze
not pool enchanted nor a water slowing.
edward sapir, january 1926
Monday, September 20, 2010
I'm still surprised when I think about how much came out of that moment. When you got off of the train, and you walked right past me. It was snowing, and you were walking really fast because it was so cold. I remember feeling a little bit warmer when you walked by. I didn't know that everything would be irrevocably different after that moment. Like everything in the world had put me there at that exact second, because it knew that second would change my life forever. The universe wanted to give me that, even though it didn't owe me anything. I never really thought about fate, but I can't help but think about it when I think about that, and how everything that's ever happened to me seemed to lead up to it.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
of the always puzzle of living and doing;
and so am I.
come with me, then,
and we’ll leave it far and far away-
(only you and I, understand!)
you have played,
and broke the toys you were fondest of,
and are a little tired now;
tired of things that break, and-
so am i.
but I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
and I knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
open to me!
for I will show you places nobody knows,
and, if you like,
the perfect places of Sleep.
ah, come with me!
i’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
that floats forever and a day;
i’ll sing you the jacinth song
of the probable stars;
i will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
until I find the Only Flower,
which shall keep (i think) your little heart
while the moon comes out of the sea.
Friday, September 10, 2010
"I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend … I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don’t last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend."
do you remember the last time you kissed me? in that little hotel, when you thought everyone else was sleeping. maybe you thought i was sleeping too, but i wasn't. i could feel your doubt. maybe we could rent a room again. are we really going to go to oaxaca? i want to go. remember when we were in the bus and we watched all the little villages go by? and i showed you all the pictures of my family. and the way the light fell on our bed in the morning? this city is breaking my heart. don't act like there isn't a huge space between us. maybe we could go to lebanon on a secret trip.