Not only did I sleep a lot, I got two sewing projects crossed off the list.
Remember when I quoted poems and talked about books? Here’s a poem that flashed through my mind last night. Actually, it was just the first line of the poem that flashed, since I’ve always had trouble really understanding this one. But I come closer every time I read it–I think yesterday I finally got a grasp on
“A man goes far to find out what he is–
Death of the self in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.”
Anyway, here it is: “In A Dark Time,” by Theodore Roethke, who might be elevated to imaginary boyfriend status because I love his poems so much.
In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood–
A lord of nature weeping to a tree,
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.
What’s madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day’s on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall,
That place among the rocks–is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have.
A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,
And in broad day the midnight come again!
A man goes far to find out what he is–
Death of the self in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.
Dark,dark my light, and darker my desire.
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?
A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.
The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind.
Because I’m not THAT weird. Yet.
(Weirdness courtesy of Cute Overload).
I thought I’d share more pictures–because it makes perfect sense to post photos of my home and closet to a web site that uses my first and last name as a URL!
This is what you would see if you were walking in the front door or sitting at the counter on the second barstool that I keep planning on buying.
Yes, we have some bananas…in our big orange colander. We also have a stray houseplant. It ususally doesn’t live there but sneaked into the picture. I gave it a talking to.
This is looking into the corner where the sink is. That’s why you can see a sink. And the houseplant again.
Notice the dishwasher? I hope those of you who have a dishwasher appreciate it. It is a magical box wherein dirty dishes emerge clean, in only 30 minutes on the “Light/China” cycle.
Look! In spite of the Riverdance rehearsals from 7:30-8:00 every morning, my apartment rocks!
I have a chair!
(This is actually the same Eames-like chair I read all my books in as a child, and that I got rocked in as a baby even earlier.)
I have SHELVES, which on the apartment furniture black market would be equivalent to having about twenty kilos of cocaine. Because these are CUSTOM BUILT. By my dad, who is a MASTER CRAFTSMAN. (Also retired! And available to hire for YOUR shelf-building needs! Email me!)
This is where the internet is. So fast! And what’s that? Another chair! (That’s the knitting basket to the left.)
And…best of all….I have A FULL-SIZE OVEN.
AND I HAVE THIS CLOSET. This closet has its own light. I think I have to lie down now.
(From McSweeney’s lists.)
Rolling bowling balls off of tables
Keeping time to music by beating a staff
Picking up anvils, and then dropping them
My camera has disappeared into the depths of my new closet, so the plan of posting pictures of the weekend’s progress on the apartment (bookshelves!)is not going to happen today. I know the camera’s in the apartment because I took a picture of the shower curtain two weeks ago; I just don’t know where I put it. I thought this list was evocative of apartment life, though–I’m just glad they get up when I do and not earlier.
It went a little something like this:
I came home and checked my email because now I have the internet in my own house. (There was nothing new since I checked it at work, oh, 30 minutes previously. But you never know!)
I ate Thai food for dinner.
I knitted a pattern repeat on the Fabulous New Spring But It May Actually Be Summer Before I Finish It Handbag while watching an episode from the first season of Northern Exposure.
I became irritated with Rob Morrow and decided to read in the hope of becoming sleepy.
I did not become sleepy.
I finished the book I had picked to read (Fugitive Pieces, one of the top ten books ever in my opinion, and yes Dad, I have your copy, but you don’t re-read things anyway)
I decided to read my old journals instead.
Then my head exploded.
And tomorrow? If I still can’t sleep, I might read poems to the houseplants.
I was si-ick (say it in a whiney voice) since Sunday morning and stayed home form work for two days and didn’t even post anything.
BUT I had my parents to take care of me (yes, I lived alone for a WHOLE WEEK, thank you very much) so now I’m better. (Thanks, parents!) And tomorrow I will have the internet in my own home. So get ready for apartment pictures.