I might write for a living but I know nuts about poetry. That doesn’t mean I don’t like it. Once in a while, I do read poems and I love how they make me feel even though I don’t exactly know the prose structure or why some rhyme and some don’t. So I will never attempt to write one.
But I do have a few favourites like Robert Frost, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, T.S. Eliot, and now, e.e. cummings. I know. I am a sucker for love poems. Laugh at me all you want but if you can tell me a better way to express how I feel for this special person than dedicating a beautiful poem to her and quite possibly, climbing into bed with her afterwards, I would love to hear it.
Ok, I will just go right ahead and recite this poem to her. I will update you again. That is if she hasn’t laughed to her death at my cheesiness.
Oh, and remember, I might talk about poetry tonight but tomorrow I could blog about really mushy scenes of us kissing.
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
I don’t read a lot these days. Maybe it’s a syndrome of the Internet-itis. But when I do come across something – a poem, a quote, a line from a movie or even a song – so simple and yet it manages to describe a moment so poignantly, it makes me pause. Sometimes savouring the emotions which made me see the world in a different hue, sometimes it stabs me because it resonates with what I’m going through. But mostly, I forget to breathe in that moment because it rings perfectly in my heart.
It’s amazing how well-crafted words can affect you in that singular moment.
The Poem – Franz Wright
It was like getting a love letter from a tree
Eyes closed forever to find you —
There is a life which
if I could have it
I would have chosen for myself from the beginning
[From Walking to Martha’s Vineyard, which won the 2004 Pulitzer Prize.]
The colour of your next bikini
You probably heard it here last but in case, you were in some alternate universe where Pantone is just some random sounds made together to mean the end of a meal, you’re in luck. The world’s authority on colour and provider of colour to fashion and design houses plus many other industries, Pantone has declared Pantone 15-5519 or its much more famous namesake Turquoise colour of year 2010.
Leatrice Eiseman, executive director of the Pantone Color Institute®, explains more on why turquoise was chosen. “It is believed to be a protective talisman, a color of deep compassion and healing, and a color of faith and truth, inspired by water and sky.”
Interesting. I’m loving the new colour, especially since it’s the designated colour for my horoscope. Oh it’s Sagittarius, since you asked. But here’s the ultimate clincher for me.
Combining the serene qualities of blue and the invigorating aspects of green, Turquoise evokes thoughts of soothing, tropical waters and a languorous, effective escape from the everyday troubles of the world, while at the same time restoring our sense of wellbeing.
If Pantone’s colour for 2009 Mimosa Yellow was chosen to send a “hopeful optimistic message” to the public, year 2010 would be the year we get to start fantasising about turning lobster red on sandy beaches.
Cocktails, anyone? I’d even add a tiny umbrella in your drink, if you ask nicely.
I’ve decided this would be one brilliant Christmas gift for anyone who enjoys the idea of keeping a diary but too lazy to write long daily entries in it. Just a few scribbles here and there whenever you feel the need to capture an eureka moment. And you can keep doing it for the next five years.
From the Amazon website:
Inside the worn leather cover, in brief, breathless dispatches written on gold-edged pages, the journal recorded five years of the life and times of a smart and headstrong New York teenager, a girl who loved Balzac, Central Park and male and female lovers with equal abandon The diary was a gift for her fourteenth birthday, on August 11, 1929, and she wrote a few lines faithfully, every day, until she turned 19.
Then, like so many relics of time past, it was forgotten for more than half a century inside an old steamer trunk, plastered with vintage travel stickers that evoke the glamorous golden age of ocean liner voyages. The trunk in turn languished in the basement of 98 Riverside Drive until October 2003, when the management decided it was time to clear out the storage area.” —The New York Times
Well, I think it’s charming to “keep track of your life with just a few lines every day for five years”. Sort of like Twitter actually. But in an old-fashioned way.
So said costumier Christian Lacroix who drew his inspiration from Philippe de Champaigne’s and Poussin’s paintings when tasked to design costumes for dramatic Greek tragedy Phèdre.
When wikipedia describes Phèdre‘s tragic construction, deeply observed characters and the richness of the verse as “masterly” and French philosopher Voltaire calling it “the masterpiece of the human mind”, you know it’s gonna blow your mind.
Here’s a little preview of the opera’s background:
la fille de Minos et de Pasiphaé
The really haute costumes by Lacroix:
Ooh la la
In other news, I just attended my first kickboxing class today. Considering that I’m a proud exercise-free advocate, this IS a big deal for me. My arms are numb and getting myself around to meetings tomorrow would be a challenge.
I have never heard of the guy until today, which is a pleasant surprise. According to my mate, Yimura’s music can bring her somewhere. I have no idea where, but I would assume it’s somewhere magical, given her wistful fonts on the chat screen.
Q says: It’s so emotional. Just unique on its own. You close your eyes … feels so peaceful … yet a little sad
Imaginarator says: But my mouth is wide open…
Q says: (still describing her feelings) … a little hopeful … (then she realised I was speaking non-Yimura)
Q says: Hahaha why ??
Imaginarator: Coz I am smiling!!
Anyway, the instrumental song is indeed perfect for a nice soothing night in with a good book or even better, Interweb conquering.
Today, being the 15th day of the lunar calendar and all, marks the end of Chinese New Year. Which means no more addictive but fattening snacks such as pineapple tarts and pistachio cookies. That is if you haven’t been greedy and finished the whole stash long ago.
Oh and I did my part in the last lo hei tossing, pomelo munching and chewing down of mini pink and white glutonious rice balls. All to celebrate, or mourn really, the end of Chinese Spring Festivities.
According to Beijing media Xinhua, the first penumbral lunar eclipse of 2009 will reach its darkest peak at 22.38pm so the moon will be rounder than usual and also bigger till then. No need for fancy telescopes or binoculars. Perhaps you can double check if the estimated distance of 365,000 km between the moon and the earth is correct then.
Somehow I imagine the moon to look very much like this lovely pineapple tart. Without the little buttery ribbon and brown filling obviously.
Awesomeness packed in one tart