I meant to formally announce a while ago:
Hey. Guess what?
I am coming home in less than a month!
yeah. true story. I go home to Providence on April 9th.
What happens after that?
The possibilities include:
staying in providence until I find a job somewhere and playing with Emily and Sydneys improv group
going to New york and living off the land (i.e staying rent free on peoples couches)
the end result will probably be some combination of the two
um. anyone got any job leads?
also:
Yo, como tú ,
amo el amor, la vida, el dulce encanto
de las cosas, el paisaje
celeste do los días de enero.
Tambíen mi sangre bulle
y río por los ojos
que han conocido el brote de las lágrimas.
Creo que el mundo es bello,
que la poesía es como pan, de todos.
Y que mis venas no terminan en mí
sino en la sangre unánime
de los que luchan por la vida,
el amor,
las cosas,
el paisaje y el pan,
la poesía de todos.
Like you I
love love, life, the sweet smell
of things, the sky-blue
landscape of January days.
And my blood boils up
and I laugh through eyes
that have known the buds of tears.
I believe the world is beautiful
and that poetry, like bread, is for everyone.
And that my veins don't end in me
but in the unanimous blood
of those who struggle for life,
love,
little things,
landscape and bread,
the poetry of everyone.
I am coming home in less than a month!
yeah. true story. I go home to Providence on April 9th.
What happens after that?
The possibilities include:
staying in providence until I find a job somewhere and playing with Emily and Sydneys improv group
going to New york and living off the land (i.e staying rent free on peoples couches)
the end result will probably be some combination of the two
um. anyone got any job leads?
also:
Yo, como tú ,
amo el amor, la vida, el dulce encanto
de las cosas, el paisaje
celeste do los días de enero.
Tambíen mi sangre bulle
y río por los ojos
que han conocido el brote de las lágrimas.
Creo que el mundo es bello,
que la poesía es como pan, de todos.
Y que mis venas no terminan en mí
sino en la sangre unánime
de los que luchan por la vida,
el amor,
las cosas,
el paisaje y el pan,
la poesía de todos.
Like you I
love love, life, the sweet smell
of things, the sky-blue
landscape of January days.
And my blood boils up
and I laugh through eyes
that have known the buds of tears.
I believe the world is beautiful
and that poetry, like bread, is for everyone.
And that my veins don't end in me
but in the unanimous blood
of those who struggle for life,
love,
little things,
landscape and bread,
the poetry of everyone.