Gorgeous
01/23/02
This morning.
As nightly blue unwrapped her clutch on the morning
a sliver of light slipped liquid through a crown of green leaves
and said good morning to me.
With just a small kiss on my furrowed brow.
It’d been a while since I saw morning break.
Warm, drowsy, and beneath heavy January blankets,
The most I could do was open up my eyes
And take in the quiet joy of day breaking.
And I thought to myself,
Wow.
How little have I appreciated this little thing
of a gift in each and every day.
How little have I opened my eyes to take
in this precious sight. What have I listened to
carefully with cupped ears.
And how long has it been
Since I thought with a little think
that things are pretty wonderful.
And kindness is so so lovely.
I had been blue before. Moody, morose…
That is actually not uncommon for me.
But I manage to put on a lively face
and lithe deceptions of the fool that I take myself for.
And allow others to chuckle at me about.
Because aren’t I a clown. And better to make others laugh
than to brood a little by myself.
Though I find my writing better when I am glum, or drunk.
I lack clarity regardless and seek to sharpen with concentrated light
The little meanderings of my thoughts
Far too timid for their own good. And far too
quiet to put themselves on paper. There is something a
little violent in the scratching of paper with pen.
I don’t know much at all. It seems.
In Other News
Am over the cold.
Am uncomfortable with needles but better than I used to be.
Am satisfied with several writing projects that are completed
Am still waiting to hear from several job postings
Am having dinner with old friends tonight
Am pleased to say that the car is finally clean of Vancouver dust & salt, and berry attacks from neighborhood foliage
Am somewhat brain dead from most recent week of Movie Marathons including
Tao of Steve (bloody brilliant),
Run Lola Run (very bloody good),
City of Lost Children (beyond bloody brilliant),
Logan’s Run,(so bad it’s *almost but not quite* good)
Tomb Raider (yeah I can see why geeks & lesbians dig the flick),
and the Dark Crystal (muppety puppety goodness)
Current Reading: The Heart is a Lonely Hunter
Novel by Carson Mccullers, published in 1940. With its profound sense of moral isolation and its sensitive glimpses into the inner lives of lonely people, it is considered McCullers’ finest work. The focus of the work is on John Singer, a deaf-mute in a Georgia mill town during the 1930s, and on his effect on the people who confide in him. When Singer’s mute Greek companion of 10 years goes insane, Singer is left alone and isolated. He takes a room with the Kelly family, where he is visited by the town’s misfits, who turn to him for understanding but have no knowledge of his inner life. When Singer discovers that his Greek friend has died, he realizes that he can communicate with no one and shoots himself. The author established her reputation with the novel, which was her first. The book’s emphasis on individuals who are considered outcasts because of race, politics, disability, or sensibility placed it squarely within the Southern gothic tradition of American literature.
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