LU-ON-LU: April 2010

Friday, April 30, 2010

Morning Rock

Unfortunately, (now) I work weekends.
But Friday is still thrill.

Some bread and some grapes are left on the table.
The two empty chairs are facing each other.
Who knows what the moon’s wake illuminates,
with its sweet glow, in the distant forests?
It could happen, even at dawn, that a cold gust
blows moon and mist away, and someone appears.
A weak light reveals his throat rippling
and his feverish hands grasping in vain
for the food. The water continues to ripple,
in darkness now. Neither the bread nor the grapes
have moved. The smells torment this famished shade,
unable even to lick the dew already condensed
on the cluster of grapes. All things are distilled
by the dawn; the chairs face one another, alone.
-Cesare Pavese

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Slip-Up

Still loathing over the fact that I'm the 'new girl'
learning 'these' ropes should be easy-peasy,
but since all is new, you're bound to be a knot in a tangled mess.
I guess you have to slip once or twice. Right?

The Spill

what can we do to help?

Space Wanderer

“The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.”

Brisk and Blustery

On a blustery day (such as today)
I can't help but envision a quaint little outdoor restaurant.
The tables are finely dressed, adorned with murmuring customers enjoying
the sunlight and a glass of red wine.
Then, a violent gust of wind topples each and every glass,
causing a scramble of snapping limbs.

I have no reasonable explanation for this correlation.

When the Morning Comes!

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

The Night:

bowling & beers

Gallantries

Despite her fragile appearance, she's like steel.

Morning Oddity

As I've mentioned in previous posts...

Every morning, immediately after waking, I start singing a single song that my dreamy subconscious left behind. (or humming)

*Every single morning* The spectrum is endless.

This morning it was:

I woke up this morning, singing this song.
I don't know whhhyyyy.

Busy Signal

There's courage involved if you want
to become truth.

There is a broken-open place in a lover.

Where are those qualities of bravery and
sharp compassion in this group? What's the
use of old and frozen thought?

I want a howling hurt. This is not a treasury
where gold is stored; this is for copper.

We alchemists look for talent that
can heat up and change.

Lukewarm won't do. Halfhearted holding back,
well-enough getting by?
Not here.

-Rumi