nov. 28 '04

Forgetfulness
by Billy Collins

The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never
even heard of,
as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.
Long ago you kissed the nine Muses goodbye and
watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,
something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.
Whatever it is you are struggling to remember it is not poised
on the tip of your tongue,
not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.
It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.
No wonder you rise in the middle of the night to look up
the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.

nov 24 '04

i am greatly enjoying reading kerismith blog most esp her wish jar tales. the "10 things i learned from the Ya Ya's " is a great read. its all so simply laid out- the ways on living creatively.
she cites that "your life is your art". that "what we do naturally, everyday, is the greatest source". whats nice about it is that you'll be inspired and enthused to do creative things in your life. most of the time, i feel a need to read or watch something inspirational, something happy and positive. with all the sad things going on in this world or to my world, i need to unwind and loosen up a bit. its nice discovering those kind of blogs. keri's writings and artwork is simple but meaningful. you know how we are oftentimes guilty of writing to please others, or how we wanted to be someone else or to be better. she on the otherhand, has developed to just write what ever she feels is right, to be herself as much as she can. i can go all day just reading her blog and just admiring her ideas.
in the same way that i am so into anything oprahs. her shows none of which i have found boring, her choice of books - which i am collecting, (my faves are "Angela's Ashes" and "She's Come Undone". anything oprah. i sound pretty old, with what im writing but its true. i love wit plus wisdom. inspirationals. words like roses and sunsets, meadows and mountains, moon, stars, and clouds, pristine waters, white sandy beaches, majestic lakes, quiet lazy afternoons, starlit skies.
i could go on and on. i just love beautiful and happy words. i want to be happy.

nov 21 '04

i know in my heart that when i type the words ' i miss blogging' , that im creating my number one understatement of the year. im missin blogging and everything that comes with it especially reading my favorite blogs where they take me to their favorite blogs to their favorites' favorite and so on. its unbounded adventure. from ultra-dramatic, to ridiculously childish, from rock punk to melodramatic, from realistic to poetic. name it- students, office slaves, writers, computer geniuses, housewives, business people, sad people, happy people. there are hopefuls, suicidals, religious, atheists, insomniacs, romantics. the list goes on and on. so enough for the missin, i'm glad im back.

things happen in your life that you'll know you can never jot down. not only because you cant, but because its so many you dont how to start. now this is funny..for a boring person like me wondering how to jot "all" things down! ha ha! anyway, if you consider yourself a diarist, not a writer, mind you, you'll know what i mean. so, the diarist in me is frustrated coz things happened that i have not written. and right now is not the time to write it either. so things have passed and i have "enoughed" on missing blogging, and still, i cant stop.

STOP.

i woke up to a beautiful sunday. later, ill be out for a walk with a friend..