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And we wonder why the world is a mess....

this is one of the most disturbing things i have seen in a while. and i have seen and heard some disturbing things. Be sure and try to suffer through until the end to see the most disturbing part.



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For Absolution

Rising again at night under a half-lit moon,
past sleep and the morning still hours away,
I find my way in darkness, following an old habit,
to the working place I have made for myself
beneath the spiral stairs of this apartment.

From his dreams, the man in my bed
moves to the hollow shape of myself left behind
and rests his hand in the place I last was.
I smile as I watch him, Sleeping, he whispers beneath his breath
A conversation with a monarch, a grizzled cat, and a spy.

What fears or weariness keep me from my sleep
I couldn't say. Same old unfinished business in my life,
some imagined or long-forgotten sin, those old regrets
we're never done with until they're done with us.
The interest we pay on the debts only we can remember.

I lean back in my chair enjoying the moonlight and
take from the pile whatever book comes easily to hand,

Rumi, Neruda, my journal
Too tired to read, too undone to write. And so I hold my pen for it's
comfort sake,
something familiar and unchanged, unchanging,
a sense of time and place in a world drowsing.

Here there is a kind of absolution, a sanctuary.
Here I can hear everything. The slow dripping of the kitchen faucet
mingled with the refrigerator's hum
keeping a lazy rhythm with the ticking of my mind as
I try to lay the past’s whispered voices one by one
in their proper place.

until I am forgiven everything -for tonight at least-
and forgive everything that needs it, too, from me.
And give a certain thanks to all the other days and nights
that brought me here and made me what I am;
a woman past sleep, listening to a man dream.

Lynda's Weird and Wonderful Excellent Roman Adventure

i am beginning to think Rome, a city of 2,500,00+ inhabitants is somehow attached to that mythical place known as "The Twilight Zone". either that or i have the uncanny ability of really having planets aligned in some weird ass way that makes no sense to me.

in the last quasi two years, here are just a few of the weird and wooley examples of things that make me scratch my head and say "what the f.....?"

1.) I move to Rome to live with the mad cyclist and my best friend and former next door neighbor who is living in Pisa, gets a job in Rome working for FAO and finds an apartment 3 blocks to my left.

2.) 3 weeks later, another close friend and ex-flatmate from Florence lands a huge conservation project restoring Papal Carriages in Rome and moves 3 blocks to my right.

3.) My relationship with said crazed bike rider gets bumpy and I start a fledgling literary group to maintain my sanity.

4.) Two days before the second such literary event, I have a chance meeting in front of one of the offices I was working at with someone I dated briefly before moving to Rome and, as he also writes poetry, I invite him to join our little reading salon. He says sure, he'd love to and shows up with his date, (the ex-girlfriend of aforementioned cycling dude)

5.) Admitting defeat, I confess I hate pedaling my way around Rome and move out of said bike infested house, answering an advertisement for a temporary apartment with a gal named Magda. Putting down the deposit, I meet her outgoing flatmate Javier, who works directly with some of my students in my Report Writing classes at Cisco.

6.) Then a few days later, I realize Magda is close friends with my friend working at FAO.

7.) I then invite the editor of the magazine I write for to join us over to my friend's apartment and along with her cluster of friends from the UN we make limoncello and discover that they were all at the same party together the night before.

8.) I go on a date with a friend of a friend and find out he is an Anti-mafia Magistrate. (Too scary for many reasons, we decide to leave it at wine and cheese).

9.) I fix homemade risotto for another friend of a different friend oand he turns out to work for the US State Department in one of those unidentifiable roles that always leave you wondering if they are being groomed for a diplomatic post or if their real work is something out of a Tom Clancy spy novel. What is it with me and gun carrying dudes with death wishes?????

I think my next serious dating relationship (if there ever is one) will include a lengthy MMPI for all applicants.

Hard days for Pier Paolo Pasolini and me

La morte non è nel non poter comunicare ma nel non poter più essere compresi