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Sunday, February 13, 2011

Yin-Yang

The sun is red hot
The earth cool blue.

Relative colors

After looking at Taupe and Sepia apartments
the eyes liken the green of the golf course
to an olive drab

Lake walk

The lake smells of water after sitting with it for a few minutes.
A kid likes throwing weeds into the water. Dried Leaves.
Swallows disappear. Their chatter emerges.
Cormorant flies low. Dunks.
Coots beak into the water like chicks. Shriek.
Men bicycle on water. The bank hides their water-bike boat base.

A Gila woodpecker ona stump is larger than when close to the canopy.

The reflection of an upturned end of a feather along with it makes it look like a dart, an aphid with imaginary feet out for landing.

A cash dispenser of an ATM under repair. Its sensors are weak.

A bubble floats on water momentarily.

As the water moves
so do the contour lines

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Memoryscape

Phyllis Theroux views her brain as an unevenly frozen pond.

If I were to see my memory scape in geography, it would have some chasms and some crumbling edges, nothing that I would be scared to revisit. Two years ago, when we went to the Havasu falls, after going half way into that convoluted tunnel, my legs started shaking and when I was told that I had to climb down facing the rock, I gave up. I will try again. I want to go beyond and see the cascade falls. I want to see the wilderness.

Animal Affinity

I saw Mark Twain's Book of Animals, a while ago, but the text seemed dense. It opens an unknown side of him.

Mountains

When I saw Mt Humphreys in Early Days in the Range of Light, I wanted to know of what others thought about it. After looking at the Married Mens point, I know its not the same mountain we are talking about.

Food Tunnel

If Anthony Bourdain liked his swearing 'Sparingly' in Medium Raw, it would be easier. But thats not going to stop me from reading it. The Last time I read his The Kitchen Confidential, I alienated my friends getting busy making alist of all the French dishes he was talking about.

I like his beginning questions, Why cook? Why cook well?
I want to retain a paraphrased version of it - Why write? Why write well?

no-necked strangers.. unclicheing the cliche

Wiffle ball game

When reading of how Mario Batali wouldnt throw the towel in because of the many people dependent on his kingdom. I wanted to know about his employees

Bottle service

The Brouhaha of memoirs

Some bashing of memoirs
What if I want to write without any healing stories? The power of memoir, a How to Write your Healing story.

After looking at Getting a Grip of Monica Seles ( the cover picture reminds me of the lead singer of Maroon 5) and Open of Andre Agassi, I want to know all about them but not putting in so much time.
Reading a description of Getting a Grip, it seems like a revelation that Seles had to be away for a while. Human behavior is so underknown. As a child, it is understandable that a stab to a sportswoman would just mean a trip to hospital and getting well. But even now, it wouldnt follow for me the emotional requirement to understand the stab event, react to it and heal from it.
In so many events of the last century, there were crowds taking part in the same. When it is a personal event, it must take alot to eve know your coordinates. In the cairo event, looks like in the spirit of crowd, things are taking their course but there is the aspect of some families with loss.

Not made up

I do not know why I am not open to reading made up stories on events in life. I was just about to drop this book when it said it had all of it. It meant in the diary form. Is it fiction? Lets find out.
After coming across Isle of Mull in The Journal Keeper, I looked for a photo of it in the google maps and found Carsaig of Arches. What a landscape in green and rock.
Perelandra

Thurber's bear story

Passion vs love. I would bet on passion that I can light than on love that others quell.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Forsaken

I take to the gate
When the tall frame
is locked
I leap onto it
like an Amazon

Monday, February 7, 2011

Training

My dad taught me
to figure the days
in a month
by situating them on the
crest or trough
of the knuckles and
in between.

I am told infants
explore them all
till they reach
the thumb

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Variable lives

One cannot insert a dead friend back into ones life

Imagine our lives as tooth paste or fancy perfume bottles. There are some which have more glass than mercury. How much of it do we want, as much as our bottle can fill.

Dictionary

Lookign at the chromologically arranged poems of George Herbert, I feel like using a dictionary as the starting point to write on. Some use for the foreign ones piling up.