Now It's Really Spring

Homework again... but it's so good!

O EVERYTHING GOES BLACK
by Katie Ford

A pattern on the back of my eyelid coils like a fingerprint, I made
a mistake, it is not my own. The blood up between my eyes, I can't see.
I sit between people, between pillars of the cathedral between
which the immaculate spreads her blue-sleeves into as much sky
as there is. Small blue lights edge the church and the eyeless Christ hangs,
his sockets darkening into shaded tombs. Darkness coiling,
my eyes coiling, a wind with sand in it scrolling up and down
a body, hiding that body until it could be anyone, and is.
Even whom I do not live with I live with now. Don't say I don't
speak to you: I speak to you.

Mud Season

Slumdog Millionaire

I finally saw "Slumdog Millionaire" last night. Everyone had been telling me that I would love it, but I thought that it was already out of the theaters so I had given up hope of seeing it before it was released on DVD. But miracle of miracles it was still playing in a theater nearby and I SAW IT!

And it was really wonderful.

It's filmed so artistically that it would be beautiful to watch even if it had a terrible plot and characters, and MIA did a lot of the soundtrack, which made me extremely happy.

I loved the kids; I loved two hours of voices talking with musical, beautiful accents; I loved the overwhelming color and movement, and the huge crowds of people, that portray India so perfectly to me; I especially loved the scene in which Salim was refiling and resealing water bottles to sell to unknowing tourists.

Anyway, I thought it was fantastic.

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

-e.e. cummings

On a rainy night

I miss someone...

I'm just not really sure who.

Warm whispers