Professing * Reflecting

Friday, May 30, 2008

Poetry Friday, Lorca

I want

...only your hot heart
and nothing more.

My paradise a field
without a nightingale
or lyres,
with an unobtrusive stream
and a modest fountainhead.

Without the spur of breeze
troubling the leaves,
without the star that longs
itself to be a leaf.
One enormous light

to be
the firefly
of one bigger still,
in a field of broken gazes.

A clear place of repose
and there our kissing,
loud specks shed by
would flower far abroad.

And your hot heart
and nothing more.

-Federico Garcia Lorca

A gift from The Someone this week. Sigh. Um, have I mentioned that we are undeniably perfect for one another? (By the way, I wrote that linked post almost exactly one year before our first date.)



Sunday, May 25, 2008

Mirror Geography

How to write about this experience? How to write about The Someone? As I navigate this new and intense and passionate and brilliant new relationship, I am struggling with the hows and ifs of putting it into narrative form, especially here.

I will say this. It is one of those rare things. You meet and . . . BOOM. That's it. You are done for this world without this person and this person is done for this world without you.

How do you blog about that which is deeply personal? Love affairs? Those you love? I usually only blog in hints and bits and pieces about relationships, until they are over or nearly over. (In fact, the death knell of a relationship is usually when I start to blog about it.) But I have not felt this way about a person since I began blogging. Hell, I have felt this way only a couple of times in my life. Or maybe never exactly like this.

There is another element of this, an element those of you who recognize the post title as part of a quotation will easily guess, that makes blogging about this relationship a particular challenge. I actually want to blog about this element for many reasons--personal, political, theoretical. Again, though, this is very personal and involves a person and a relationship I want to protect. What to do?

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Sunday, May 18, 2008

Music update (lame!), Falling madly in love (not lame!)

In lieu of a real post (I know, I suck), I am updating the music meme that I posted before my head exploded, my body turned inside out, the earth tilted on its axis, and my whole world was--in short--rocked.**

All lyrics are identified and a couple of links are thrown in for fun and for the pure joy of watching that sweet Welsh rocker boy, Kelly Jones, as well as the one and only JT.

1. There was a rapture, so I can never see you anymore. (The Twilight Singers, "Bonnie Brae")
2. You don't need your name in bright lights. (Jamiroquai, "High Times")
3. Breaking away to the other side, I want to make sense of why we live and die. (Cowboy Junkies, "I Don't Get It")
4. In my mother's house, there's a photograph of a day gone past. (Corinne Bailey Rae, "Butterfly")
5. She found a fifth-wheel trailer and a blueblood cat. (Cash Monies and the Jetsetter, "Blueblood Cat")
6. You say you want a revolution. (The Beatles, "Revolution")
7. G Gb F E D Gmi C7 Bmi . . . (John Coltrane, "Spiral")
8. Jesus, don't cry. (Wilco, "Jesus, etc.")
9. Got to get in on the scene, hon? (Stereophonics, "Pedalpusher")
10. It's going down, Tennessee. (Justin Timberlake, "Chop Me Up")
11. The festival was over and the boys were all planning for a fall. (Dylan, "Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts")
12. Well, Annie's pretty neat. (David Bowie, "John I'm Only Dancing")
13. We came down the rivers and the highways. (The Doors, "Names of the Kingdom")
14. By the way, you know that hope will make you strange. (Jack Johnson, "Fall Line")
15. Someone and someone were down by the pond looking for something to plant in the lawn. (Neil Young, "Words")
16. Like a mirror, I'm nothing. (Morphine, "Like a Mirror")
17. Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while. (Led Zeppelin, "Gallows Pole")
18. Mary, Mary, where you been? (Stereophonics, "Madame Helga")
19. Hand over hand on the lifeline, luckily the knots stay tight. (Morphine, "Rope on Fire")
20. Seen the arrow on the doorpost saying this land is condemned all the way from New Orleans to Jerusalem. (Dylan, "Blind Willie McTell")
21. I told you how I feel but you don't care. (Fiona Apple, "Sleep to Dream")
22. Have I a hope or half a chance to even ask if I could dance with you? (Hurricane Smith, "Oh Babe, What Would You Say?")
23. Driving in the South, the motor's on fire. (Yo La Tengo, "We're an American Band")
24. I'm walking out in a force ten gale. (Radiohead, "Scatterbrain")
25. Turn off that weak jam, man. (The Artist Formerly Known as Prince, "Mr. Happy")

**It doesn't sound pleasant at all when I put it this way, does it? It is very very pleasant. I am still thinking through the ins and outs of blogging about The Someone. Stay tuned.

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Monday, May 12, 2008

I am still alive. I might go blind. (And, oh, I met someone.)

Crazy semester of crazy 70-hour work weeks is coming to a close.

You people? You people write A LOT. I realize I have a ridiculous number of blogs in my Bloglines but . . .

Do you see that number? (Click to embiggen.) The number of posts you have posted in just over two weeks?

1600 posts?? Seriously? I will catch up. I might go blind, but I will catch up.

The Someone is spectacular. I have no idea how to blog about it.



Monday, May 05, 2008

There are conferences and then there are conferences

And that, my friends, was one hell of a conference. I am spent in all the best ways. My liver is no longer speaking to me but otherwise. . .

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