ten things fourteen

1.  staring back.

2.  palm wine and beach bonfires.  ‘full enjoy’

3.  the speakers in the ceiling of every shopping mall and restaurant claim to dream of a white christmas.  with all the fair skin creams on holiday clearance and caucasian santa face masks and blond baby Jesus's hanging around, I don’t doubt them.  The sentiment rings truer here in India than old Mr. Ives could ever have imagined.

4.  One of the following is true.  You decide:

a.  As I crossed the street I stepped into a hole in the pavement with one foot and fell in up to my knee.  Inside it was wet and clumpy.  I assume it was also dark, but I wouldn't know because it was a hole and I couldn't see into it.  As I tried to pull one leg out of the muck without losing my shoe I looked up to see a bus hurtling toward me, the words “INFANT JESUS” plastered across its windshield in gold glittery letters.

    or

c. the way the moon tugs at the sea is called ‘the tide’ but might just as easily be called  ‘justice’ or ‘God’ or ‘Leslie’

5.


     story shaped

6.


7.  Rabindranath Tagore talks about art but doesn't know it:

When you have leisure,
Wander idly through my garden in spring
And let an unknown, hidden flower's scent startle you
Into sudden wondering-
Let that displaced moment
Be my gift.
Or if, as you peer your way down a shady avenue,
Suddenly, spilled
From the thick gathered tresses of evening
A single shivering fleck of sunset-light stops you,
Turns your daydreams to gold,
Let that light be an innocent
Gift.

also, phosphorescents in the night ocean

9.  to see the sputtering light of a bonfire project my superhero of a shadow
onto a low hanging cloud that sits sulking above the black ocean

10.  much of a muchness:
My happiness did indeed arise from the same secret as the happiness in dreams; it arose from the freedom to experience everything imaginable simultaneously, to exchange outward and inward easily, to move Time and Space about like scenes in a theater. ... as I conquered the war-shattered world by Faith and transformed it into paradise, creatively brought the past, the future, and the fictitious in to the present moment.
- Herman Hesse, Journey to the East



 

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