November 21, 2004
souls, salvation of -p.58
amongst the many things that i talked about tonight and in this here blog, i just realized that i haven’t even shared my favourite LC poem yet, and i think i might sleep more easily once this is remedied. i thought of this poem because somehow, something awoke the 7 year old in me today. and i don’t just mean unruliness at the museum or giggling in drugstores, more like being very unsettled, very elated over the understanding of another. here is the poem then now sleep.
the reason i write
the reason i write
is to make something
as beautiful as you are.
when i’m with you i want to be
the kind of hero i wanted to be
when i was seven years old.
a perfect man
who kills.
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August 21, 2004
a sentimental journey
I finally got to see the man who lives in the derelict house next to me. I was sitting in the stairs and he was going down his. We were close enough not to have to yell, though in previously imagined circumstances we had to. He said hello and I asked, what’s going on. “Taking out the trash… a sentimental journey!”
I never really experienced love at first sight, only sometimes I get the auditive equivalent. But I wasn’t sure I heard him right, and realized my infatuation, if it was due to pursue, could very well be based on nothing but a mishearing. I imagined myself explaining this to him, many months from now, he’s laughing in my arms. In turns he tells me about his sentimental trash - pieces of an old computer, or relics from highschool… As all these thoughts occur to me of course I forget to continue the conversation; he soon has reached the alley to dispose of his plastic bags.
And so it went. I walked back inside to listen to music, lyrics in portuguese so I can mishear all I want, and wondered why I was born so shy.
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April 29, 2004
sans queue ni tête
My unflinching support for Mr. 10 000 volts has long been legendary around the block, so please allow me this public congratulations on reaching the 10 000 words mark! Today I have 2 people to assess, one meeting to assist, 2 reports to half-ass and yet so many web sites to surf, waves of wonder from waves of dismay, can you tell…
Sometimes when I am overworked I am reminded of David F., my little blond wonder, who swung as high as telephone wires, and to whom I promised to write a book about! My heart has been mended many times since, and technology has advanced so, but please know that as I am gulping down coffee and spilling muffin crumbs all over, trying to get things done, I dedicate this blog entry to my memory of wanting to write a book about you, ô my dishevelled one!