Tuesday, January 22, 2008

The North Wind

This pianist's fingernails
reach all the way to the floor
only the north wind knows his name
he doesn't play the piano anymore
doesn't eat
doesn't love
doesn't sleep

He is king

Down below the carpenter is nailing wood
when suddenly the piano sounds again
in the shadow of a huge frozen sun
the carpenter's beautiful daughter
is scrubbing the flagstones of the north wind
who alone knows
who alone knows how to love
the poets the
true poets

-Miltos Sachtouris, from "Poems (1945-1971)" translated by Karen Emmerich

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Letters and Nouns

Afraid and Alone both begin with the same letter, but they do not end the same.

Measuring worth against a teaspoon of sugar, so sweet, but the apparatus slips from my hands. Perhaps I should have used a cup? That too has the potential for falling, for spilling.

The control must have too much in common with the measured (we do share a name, we are both nouns).


Listening over and over to Sia, Breathe Me:

Ouch I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me