Saturday, January 25, 2014

..

How many months make time?

Do you remember "Macedonia"
From the neighbor's door?
Was it written on a paperbag?

In many lazy mornings-after
I had mused:

"how many kisses make love?"
and
"if we're in love in a dream, does it count?"

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

It has Down's syndrome and almost died in birth. Everybody was in a shock and a mess. She had to get a C-section in the last moment and was struggling for life.
Then I talked to him sometime ago - both are fine, recovering, he said.

It's been 48 hours and the whole world has turned. But, what amazing strength of the people in question. I'm glad and feel lucky for knowing such wonderful people:



".. to imagine how it would feel. It's like this...

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip – to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland." "Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guidebooks. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you never would have met. It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around...and you begin to notice Holland has windmills...and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy...and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say, "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...because the loss of that dream is a very, very significant loss.

But...if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to go to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things...about Holland."


Thursday, January 02, 2014

I was thinking of South Campus and hitched bike rides and ditched classes and telegraph wires and empty rocks and silences.

I am falling apart, I am overwhelmed by memories. Somebody help.