Friday, 28 September 2012 @08:32
"I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow."
Shadow that soothes and comforts and protects. The shadow of doubt, of other possibilities, of melancholia. The shadow of love. Your shadow.
Friday, 21 September 2012 @08:27
"Can you invent new verbs? I’m going to tell you one: I sky you; because I want to spread my wings deep and wide, so as to love you without measure".
For all of our skies.
Yes, it's her. Frida, not only an artist but an icon, a myth, a woman who struggled and loved and painted her worst nightmares - and gave them the most beautiful colours. "They thought I was a surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality", she said. I just adore today's sky-words, not a declaration to her tormented love, Diego Rivera, but a letter to a poet, Carlos Pellicer. Jump over my awkward translation and read her words:
"Se pueden inventar verbos? Quiero decirte uno: yo te cielo, asì mis alas se extienden enormes para amarte sin medida".
Friday, 14 September 2012 @09:06
"I saw you in the rainy morning
from the window in the hotel room,
running down the gangplank to board the boat.
You were wearing your famous orange pants,
which are really apricot
and the boat rocked a little
as you stepped on its edge.
You were going to work
with your backpack and sketchbook
and your bushy gray hair
which bursts out in weather
like a steel wool bouquet.
That’s how my heart is, I thought –
It lies coiled up inside of me, asleep,
then springs up and shocks me
with all of its muchness".
How beautiful it is when life surprises us with unexpected, marvellous, overwhelming muchness, on simple rainy mornings.
Today's verses are from the anthology "The Best American Poetry 2008", Scribner.
Friday, 7 September 2012 @07:15
"The clouds are pushing in grey reluctance slowly northward to you…
You should be out by the orchard, where violets secretly darken the earth,
Or there in the woods of the twilight, with northern wind flowers shaken aster.
Think of me here in the library…"
Think of me. Here on this page, on this laptop, on this phone, I see only clouds: clouds bringing me towards you.
I've never read D.H. Lawrence's Lady Chatterley's Lover. But l like these few verses, soft in the twilight hour.
Yes, I write. Yes, I believe in the magic of words. That’s why you’ll find me here, every Friday: Lisa “globish”!
I believe in the magic of words, and I believe Piazza Unità in Trieste, where I was born, is the most romantic square in the world. (And yes, it’s in Italy, proudly facing the sea). I love roses in every form. And, of course, I do love my blog, expecially now that I can carry it around on my iPhone.