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A snowy night
 
This is a snowy lonely night
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Snow and so on
Posted:Nov 26, 2006 2:45 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2008 8:36 pm
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I'm just sittn here thinkn of all those snow nights that I had someone to share these cold nights with. Got me thinkn of Michael Ondaatje... amazing writer... wrote the English Patient. Here's a passage from his writings:

"Life on an ancient leaf
or a crowded 5th-century seal

this mirror-world of art
----lying on it as if a bed.

When you first saw her,
the night of moon and plum,
you could speak of this to no one.
You cut your desire
against a river stone.
You caught yourself
in a cicada-wing rubbing,
lightly inked.
The indelible darker self.

A seal, the Masters said,
must contain bowing and leaping,
"and that which hides the waters."

Yellow, drunk with ink,
the scroll unrolls to the west
a rivers journey, each story
an owl in the dark, its -howl

unreachable now
---that father and ,
that lover walking naked down blue stairs
each step jarring the humming from her mouth.

I want to die on your chest but not yet,
she wrote, sometime in the 13th century
of our love

before the yellow age of paper

before her story became a song,
lost in imprecise reproductions

until caught in jade,

whose spectrum could hold the black greens
the chalk-blue of her eyes in daylight.

*

Our altering love, our moonless faith.

Last ink in pen.

My body on this hard bed.

The moment in the heart
where I roam restless, searching

for the thin border of the fence
to break through or leap.

Leaping and bowing."

Michael Ondaatje - ("Handwriting" - 1998 )

This passage reminds me to hold dear those moments in my life that I have felt complete comfort with someone. That moment by the fire with a hot chocolate in one hand and an arm that's slowly falling asleep under someone whom you are beginning to care for deeply.

We all have the capacity to love, fuck, and everything in between... so why do so many go so many nights alone?

This being my first Blog entry, I'll leave that question up to you. I'll make sure to supply more perplexing queries to you in the future... and maybe even more poetry (hopefully not so depressing next time!).

Till then.....
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