Cuba is tomorrow. I’m not there now- I wish.
Ernest Hemingway’s home in San Francisco de Paulo, Cuba
And a man like him, please (this one is taken)
Last year the snake
left her skin on the floor,
diaphanous like the name
of a lovely girl you’ve forgotten—
but not her flesh.
Midday silence is different
from nighttime silence.
I can’t tell you how.
The face you look out of
is never the face
your lover looks into.
The one-eyed man must be fearful
of being taken for a birdhouse.
Suddenly my clocks agree.
One has been stopped for several
months, but twice a day
they have this tender moment.
“What I would do for wisdom,”
I cried out as a young man.
Evidently not much. Or so it seems.
Fresh snow standing deep
on the phone wire. If you call me,
Under the storyteller’s hat
are many heads, all troubled.
Each time I go outside the world
is different. This has happened
all my life.
The moth just drowned
in the whiskey glass.
This is heaven.
Let go of the mind, the thousand blue
story fragments we tell ourselves
each day to keep the world underfoot.
You told me you couldn’t see
a better day coming,
so I gave you my eyes.
– Jim Harrison & Ted Kooser
I know now that a studied evasiveness has its own limitations, its own ways of inhibiting certain forms of happiness and pleasure. The pleasure of abiding. The pleasure of insistence, of persistence. The pleasure of obligation, the pleasure of dependency. The pleasures of ordinary devotion. The pleasure of recognizing that one may have to undergo the same realizations, write the same notes in the margin, return to the same themes in one’s work, relearn the same emotional truths, write the same book over and over again—not because one is stupid or obstinate or incapable of change, but because such revisitations constitute a life.
-Maggie Nelson, The Argonauts
Do you guys want to hear something CRAZY?
sometimes I’ll post something on here like a wish or dream and then fast forward a few months weeks or years later and it APPEARS. It even happened with a styleof shoe I tried to find in a particular season and I found it. I stumbled upon the old post and I did a double take because I realized this happened. Even a haircut I wanted! I became a model for a stylist and she cut it like the photo I had on this blog. So now here is what I’m doing. This wk I am posting all that I want manifested in my life.
Here is a charming house in the south: here is one beautiful dream.
“Ever since I was young, I used to disappear from time to time to reinvigorate myself, and I would lose myself in other worlds. People would search for me, and when they could not find me, they would report me as missing.”
– Hermann Hesse
Photo: Golden Kate, 1990, Glen Luchford