it's been a long time
i got back from morocco this past saturday. yes, i could in fact not get LJ to work over there. well, whatever. i'm back, and so i'm back here. blogspot is a pain in the ass.
i checked out a great number of books from my mother's university library today. hopefully they'll tide me over for a good length of time.
titles include:
be here now
naked lunch
scripture of the golden eternity
blake: selected poems
orlando
desolation angels
the last one i got cause the title turned me on. i am also making a serious go of nabokov's despair. it is quite a tricky read. god knows i haven't read any real lit in a while.
sarah, i miss you. i think sometimes that if i can send my feeling for you through as many medium as possible, then somehow that will help keep you in one piece. if only i believed things worked that way.
one of life's new great challenges: reconciling predetermination with choice. in the layer of consciousness that we normally operate in, things are up for grabs. in the greater layer of consciousness, that is in fact not so. all our choices fit into an intricate pattern that develops unbeknownst to us, but exists nonetheless in a beautiful harmony.
russian has no purpose in my life other that to speak to you in your favorite code. that is reason enough.
languages have different personalities. let no one tell you differently. to me:
english is my mechanical, capitalistic, opportunistic, elitist existentialist
arabic is my muddled, relaxed, meditational, humanely music self. the being whose own voice is music, unbarred of accompaniment
spanish is my starry-eyed lover, naked in the back of the steamy car
russian is my heart that smiles through tears at suffering because of the weight of my love
it was not until Death that spanish began to come to my tongue, that i relished in pronouncing the words aloud.
i am learning to sing my heart. and now it's time i learn to express my love.
i checked out a great number of books from my mother's university library today. hopefully they'll tide me over for a good length of time.
titles include:
be here now
naked lunch
scripture of the golden eternity
blake: selected poems
orlando
desolation angels
the last one i got cause the title turned me on. i am also making a serious go of nabokov's despair. it is quite a tricky read. god knows i haven't read any real lit in a while.
sarah, i miss you. i think sometimes that if i can send my feeling for you through as many medium as possible, then somehow that will help keep you in one piece. if only i believed things worked that way.
one of life's new great challenges: reconciling predetermination with choice. in the layer of consciousness that we normally operate in, things are up for grabs. in the greater layer of consciousness, that is in fact not so. all our choices fit into an intricate pattern that develops unbeknownst to us, but exists nonetheless in a beautiful harmony.
russian has no purpose in my life other that to speak to you in your favorite code. that is reason enough.
languages have different personalities. let no one tell you differently. to me:
english is my mechanical, capitalistic, opportunistic, elitist existentialist
arabic is my muddled, relaxed, meditational, humanely music self. the being whose own voice is music, unbarred of accompaniment
spanish is my starry-eyed lover, naked in the back of the steamy car
russian is my heart that smiles through tears at suffering because of the weight of my love
it was not until Death that spanish began to come to my tongue, that i relished in pronouncing the words aloud.
i am learning to sing my heart. and now it's time i learn to express my love.