Still Life by Louise Penny
So far so good. Will look more into this series.
ps I’m a huge fan of Bosch & Alex Cross
reprobate, acquire, awning
85 degrees in February!Continue reading “reprobate, acquire, awning”
Oh LA and your endless summers.
Barely any need for sweaters,
only in December.
I look up
only to have those blues skies remind me
that I need to acquire an awning.
It has been a couple of years
the Santa Anas have taken their toll,
the current tarps had to go.
After next week's paycheck,
must make a trip to Home Depot,
then look for a reliable friend,
before those wicked winds come back again.
I had someone in mind,
our interactions have so far
been founded on trust,
but maybe he's not up to the task.
We'll see, I’ve yet to ask.
breaking the block
What’s up with the words of the day?
One day I was bored and on the verge of letting my mind wander into the desolation of my imagination. I did not want to go there. So as a distraction I looked up the words of the day. I was blown away and had an epiphany.
Continue reading “breaking the block”
currently on my kindle
you brought me a thousand doubts
Hafiz, Rumi, Forough Farrokhzad, no one does poetry quite like the Persians. A friend in Tehran even once compared me to Forough, it made me blush because that was a compliment of the highest order. I wish I was as talented.
So why am I here. I’m here to share the fal-e hafiz, a way to find your future in a line. I might be exaggerating a bit but it is a form of divination in Persian tradition that helps one find answers to questions on their mind.
Click the link, http://www.hafizonlove.com/fal.htm, and concentrate, then press the button to discover the answer. You should find it in the first line you see when you open your eyes.
Before you go, let me share mine:
‘You brought me a thousand doubts’.
(Yikes! Not sure what to make of that line in relation to my question :/. It’s kind of freaking me out,
Supposedly there is more clarification to be found in the entire poem, I don’t know but see below.)
With your long curled eyelashes You brought me a thousand doubts When your sleepy eye flashes A thousand pains in me come out. O thou, companion of my heart Memories of friends my mind depart There is not a day that from the start Your memory I do not tout. The world is baseless and old Lovers shout out and scold Magic spells take their hold, This is love's sorrowful route. Separation puts me on fire My circumstances are dire May the nightly breeze inspire With a whiff of what it's all about. This world of space and time For Beloved ain't worth a dime Ruling the world is a crime If Beloved is without. If in my place, Beloved choose Another, then I greatly lose My life and soul I'll refuse Curses upon myself I spout. At dawn sings the nightingale O Beloved, yourself unveil In my head I cry and wail Of yesternight's dreamy bout. On my deathbed, when I rise I'll head straight for Paradise If only I can keep my eyes Upon the flame your candle sprouts. The tale of my desires That I cry out and shout Unmistakably inspires What Hafiz said without doubt
http://www.hafizonlove.com/divan/08/354.htm
*originally shared/posted in 2014 ?
drafts
there are a lot of sentences scattered throughout my home, scattered like litter clogging up my life. in a cloud of disconnected thoughts they deserve further exploration perhaps placement in some poem. until then they linger like the silent part of the conversation trapped in the ether of a distracted mind still looking for a home…
Currently sorting through that litter and will be sharing more words including past posts from previous versions of this blog.
life and nothing more 