Sunday, November 3, 2019

Although You Could Not Speak You Were Not Lost?

  • Self-portrait, 2019 November 2, bigger at other place
  • Changed my twitter avatar, gotta start deKaos somewhere
  • I think I mentioned this last Koppel birthday, I couldn't sit through five minutes of a Get Smart episode (or a five minute episode of *anything,* including my new avatar's television show)
  • UPDATE! Avatar now set, finally found the Fleabus photo I thought I farted away
  • I can't imagine reading Roth or Updike now 
  • I can imagine reading Kolář’'s User's Manual, and it came in the mail two days ago



Louise Glück

The beautiful golden days when you were soon to be dying
but could still enter into random conversations with strangers,
random but also deliberate, so impressions of the world
were still forming and changing you,
and the city was at its most radiant, uncrowded in summer
though by then everything was happening more slowly—
boutiques, restaurants, a little wine shop with a striped awning,
once a cat was sleeping in the doorway;
it was cool there, in the shadows, and I thought
I would like to sleep like that again, to have in my mind
not one thought. And later we would eat polpo and saganaki,
the waiter cutting leaves of oregano into a saucer of oil—
What was it, six o’clock? So when we left it was still light
and everything could be seen for what it was,
and then you got in the car—
where did you go next, after those days,
where although you could not speak you were not lost?

1 comment:

  1. i thought it might be a japanese dish, but found it was an appetizer of fried cheese