When all words are spent, sleep is everything.
I managed to get only about 3 hours of sleep last night, so I stayed home from work, and eventually managed to get two more hours of sleep so I felt less like the walking dead, but it was difficult because there were two guys + Mean Super in the hallway directly outside my apartment stripping off the godawful orange ice cream striped wallpaper that was put up back in 2008. Back in 2008, they also painted the lower half of the walls this really 1970s orange to go with the wallpaper, and then put down a red, blue, and gold carpet that absolutely did not match. The orange paint disappeared a few months ago, repainted white, and now the wallpaper is gone, hopefully for white walls as well. (That was what was there originally when I moved in here in 2002.)
I don't think I mentioned it, but the building was sold to a different management company in January, so they're probably sprucing it up. Since I plan to move this fall, I don't really care that much, but I do hate having to actually mail in a rent check now instead of having it debited automatically on the first of the month.
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Today's poem:
A Footnote to Cartography
Without wasting words, let's say a child
wasted her afternoon studying scars
on a map pinned-up in the kitchen.
Her finger grazes a river (the wet bruise),
tracing a sleep-thin thought that I
will not deconstruct. And this paper,
magnified, spread out on a table, once
endured a night with finger-stabs, flag-pins,
orders rehearsed, followed by silence;
then an Emperor's gaze, fighting fate,
history and the sickness in his gut.
The child once more. Now grown-up,
who knows and will never again remember.
Observe her tracing of my brow
the thumb closing my hollowed eyes.
Sleep, she whispers. When all words
are spent, sleep is everything.
~Avik Chanda
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Grantchester
They're really going all in on Geordie's breakdown, huh? That, plus that kid in jail, seems to be the overall arc of the season. and Sidney is just being all Sidney about it. Also, having read a bit about the British in Burma in WWII, I don't blame Geordie at all for not talking about it. I mean it absolutely would be healthier if he did, but I can understand why he wouldn't want to.
Anyway, I hope Sidney and Margaret(? is that her name?) get together. I don't feel a strong shipping urge, I just want him to stop pining after Amanda. I would have accepted the jazz-loving blind date friend of Geordie's too. YOU CAN'T DATE MARRIED LADIES, SIDNEY. YOU BOTH MADE YOUR CHOICES. When the husband was like, "May I speak with you in private?" I was like, "Sidney's getting punched," and I was not wrong.
I feel like I should have a Grantchester icon, but I don't. Huh. I should fix that.
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I don't think I mentioned it, but the building was sold to a different management company in January, so they're probably sprucing it up. Since I plan to move this fall, I don't really care that much, but I do hate having to actually mail in a rent check now instead of having it debited automatically on the first of the month.
***
Today's poem:
A Footnote to Cartography
Without wasting words, let's say a child
wasted her afternoon studying scars
on a map pinned-up in the kitchen.
Her finger grazes a river (the wet bruise),
tracing a sleep-thin thought that I
will not deconstruct. And this paper,
magnified, spread out on a table, once
endured a night with finger-stabs, flag-pins,
orders rehearsed, followed by silence;
then an Emperor's gaze, fighting fate,
history and the sickness in his gut.
The child once more. Now grown-up,
who knows and will never again remember.
Observe her tracing of my brow
the thumb closing my hollowed eyes.
Sleep, she whispers. When all words
are spent, sleep is everything.
~Avik Chanda
***
Grantchester
They're really going all in on Geordie's breakdown, huh? That, plus that kid in jail, seems to be the overall arc of the season. and Sidney is just being all Sidney about it. Also, having read a bit about the British in Burma in WWII, I don't blame Geordie at all for not talking about it. I mean it absolutely would be healthier if he did, but I can understand why he wouldn't want to.
Anyway, I hope Sidney and Margaret(? is that her name?) get together. I don't feel a strong shipping urge, I just want him to stop pining after Amanda. I would have accepted the jazz-loving blind date friend of Geordie's too. YOU CAN'T DATE MARRIED LADIES, SIDNEY. YOU BOTH MADE YOUR CHOICES. When the husband was like, "May I speak with you in private?" I was like, "Sidney's getting punched," and I was not wrong.
I feel like I should have a Grantchester icon, but I don't. Huh. I should fix that.
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This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/831279.html.
people have commented there.