Poets and Little Birds

the picture for

woensdag, maart 29, 2006

makes me want to smile.

Desultory Turgescence

Day four and counting

so…

i have been duteously informed by my ex that i am now unintelligible when i speak English, and that this evil trait, (not being Italian mother tongue or fully fluent in said second language) is the root of all our disharmonious discontent. this despite the fact that during any given week, the 85 or so Italian mother tongue participants i work with 10 hours a day, IN ENGLISH, don’t seem to suffer from this same malady.

as a result…

i now speak only pigeon Italian with him and if i wasn’t stuffato before…..this certainly brings me a good bit closer.

Something Missing

you used to stare at my hands,
touching each fingertip,
moving slightly, the bracelets dangling from
slightly bent wrists.

once you even smiled,
carefully nodding at the few lines of verse,
i wore on my arm
like one of those New York Bolshevik writers
of fifty years gone past..

now you don't even look into my eyes.

and i wonder like Kubrick writing Strangelov,
who has disappeared?

me or you.

Feelin' a bit like Don Quixote these days....

Don Quixote said on a certain occasion to his squire: "Because I know you, Sancho, I pay no attention to what you say

...Those who love me dearly--who are they?They are simply those who want me to be as they wish so they may love me. Love, love, terrible love, which leads us to seek in the beloved for the man we made of him. Who can love me as I am? You, you alone, my Lord, who create me continually out of love, for my very existence is the work of your eternal love. Reader, listen: though I do not know you, I love you so much that if I could hold you in my hands, I would open up your breast and in your heart's core I would make a wound and into it I would rub vinegar and salt, so that you might never again know peace but would live in continual anguish and endless longing. If I have not succeeded indisquieting you with this Quixote of mine it is because of my heavy-handedness, believe me, and because this dead paper on which I write neither shrieks, nor cries out, nor sighs, nor laments, and because language was not made for you and me to understand each other.

She Blogged Me, She Blogged Me Not

For the uninitiated, blogger.com defines a Blog or Web Log as a web page made up of short, frequently updated posts that are arranged chronologically. A website, who’s essential characteristics are its journalized form and informal writing style.

There are blogs for down-and-out Dot.comers and blogs on the war with Iraq, screensaver blogs and the not to be missed Britney Spears blogs. Not all blogs appeal to all bloggers -- and that's just the point. Blogs represent the personality of their individual author and finding your way through their labyrinth of information can be as informative as reading the entire contents of an encyclopedia in one sitting

So give it a shot….here’s a few to start out with, then let your mind be your guide. Happy Blogging! (PS….they are on no particular order…)

Scripting News Perhaps one of the oldest and widely read blogs on the Web. Whether you agree with him or not, Dave Winer, a devout cage rattler, is rarely boring.

Lightning Field A completely different kind of blog by professional journalist and amateur photographer David Gallagher.

Evhead Evan Williams’ personal blog. What goes on in the mind of the co-creator of Blogger and CEO of Pyra Labs.

A few local to Rome

nightingaleshiraz My best friend in Italy who will be leaving Italy soon and me to my own undoing.

Eric J. Lyman A freelance journalist living in Italy. He is a generalist, but has settled on a few areas of concentration that include the lovely city I call home.

Fly's Eyes Rome A fly’s eye view of Rome from someone who probably knows her way around as well as any native born Romano.

And two alternate takes on life in “Occupied” Iraq.

Raed in the Middle A blog about the realities of war, and one citizen’s attempt to stay sane in spite of it.

shut up you fat whiner! The sometimes on again/off again writings of Salam Pax.

Bloggers Bill of Rights

OK.....after a more than annoying dreary wet Roman weekend where people I am close to continue to not listen to a single relevant word I say, followed closely on the heels of complete strangers that I don't know considering me their new best friend: want my picture; pester me about how old I am; which zone I live in and do I need a fù€k buddy? I hereby wish all the above would kindly get a clue (please!).

Better still, if the latter read "A Blogger's Disclaimer" then perhaps a light bulb might go off in their heads and with that new found epiphany begin to realize that just because you share a piece of yourself publicly, does not necessarily mean you are some lonely misunderstood soul, with nothing better to do than be chatted up for some anonymous dirty lovin'.

For those in the former category...when you do come to the conclusion that I have something intelligent to say and by proxy, therefore something relevant to contribute, you might just begin to understand that a brain can be just as sexy as the sum of a person's parts. Then perhaps it will be clear to you why I get annoyed with being treated like some Barbie doll with only tits to keep you occupied.