Monday, December 8, 2008

on a winter's night some things never change

The pile of books beside my bed is getting very large. These are all the books that I bought as "Holiday Gifts" that I have to read before - which comes first this year, Chanukah or Kwanzaa?
life gets so complicated- in any case the pressure is distracting me from the book I would like to read just for myself which is David Park's "The Grand Contraption" In which I find this little ditty from Egypt before 1200 bce:

When my hair was half done
I remembered I love you
I forgot my hair
I ran to find you
Now let me finish
I'll only be a minute

Sound familiar? Some things never change.........

One of the reasons that I am lagging in all this reading is that just when I'm settled and have found the place where I left off I remember that the water glass is empty, and then I settle again and remember the chapstick, now that that's taken care of the pillows have shifted- oh! and this would be a good time to floss.....

Have I mentioned that the other reader gave me a copy of Italo Cavalo's "If on a winter's night a traveller?"

So tell me, does art follow life or does life follow art, or does life follow life or .........

1 comment:

merveemre said...

Regarding your below post, I am all about the powder blue Dolce (it brings out your eyes). More importantly, I have found a favorite ditty of mine to add to your collection of "love poetry" (both words used oh-so-very loosely):

"Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, /
A medley of extemporanea; /
And love is a thing that can never go wrong; /
And I am Marie of Romania."

- Dorothy Parker (NOT Marie of Romania)