"...to enclose the present moment; to make it stay; to fill it fuller and fuller, with the past, the present and the future, until it shone, whole, bright, deep with understanding."

Virgina Woolf, The Years


26.5.15

Moments of Being III - That moment. Right then.


To M.

And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.
-Clarissa Vaughan, The Hours

Among all the things you desired
That afternoon
Close again to another end
You wished just for one

It wasn't my body
Nor to call me your own
It was not my voice singing to you
nor my tears mourning you
It wasn't even to spend
at least one night together
or even just to sleep side by side

You wished for a gift
Something not for yourself
but for me
You wished for something
that would end up driving me
even farther away from you
Something that could only do me good
Or someone, that is
Someone who would treat me right
Someone who could never hurt me
You insisted I deserved it
You almost demanded it of me
that promise
That I would take nothing other than that

That moment
That wish

Perhaps that's the closest to being loved
I have ever been


21.5.15

En busca del tiempo perdido XIX


Y de pronto todo el edificio resucita, surge de la tierra, crece, se eleva ante los ojos y la mirada que lo siguen: no es sólo el recuerdo, es la experiencia, intacta. La gramática precisa y elocuente de un sueño ignoto.

El alma siempre es ave.


13.5.15

Love and Freedom IV - Either/or



                                        Why can't lust be
love and love be lust? you're always asking,

even now as the slugs begin their sluggish
withdrawal - each complete in love and lust;

each mother and father to what they've made
together; each alone, content, and free.

(It's either fucking or marriage, I say,
saying more than I mean).                            


(Go to minute 6:24)

 Thoughts borrowed from Conversation with Slugs and Sarah, by Jennifer Chang