Categories
Blog Getting Personal Quoting Others

"We do not remember days, we remember moments." Cesare Pavese

I have a rather embarrassingly high stack of unread books. Mj’s got it right when he says I’ll probably ask for a bunch of books for my mehr. They are at once my weakness and strength. So thumbing through one volume that’s served its time on my side table, I’ve come to love reading all over again-not that we ever revoked each other, reading and I, but this adulthood thing has led me to have a mind too full, days too busy and inclinations that are recalcitrant of previous affirmations. The reward has been learning all over again what makes reading so special, the vindication of thoughts, one-time ideas and “I would never say that alouds,” leadng one to feel less deserted of common-sense and infinitely more human.


Reading through excerpts of Sylvia Plath’s journals, after having recently read some of a volume of Ted Hughes’ poetry, I’m spending this Monday morning revelling in the potential for human experience to so often be universal.

Mirror

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see, I swallow immediately.
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike
I am not cruel, only truthful –
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me.
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

10 replies on “"We do not remember days, we remember moments." Cesare Pavese”

>I guess you’re not alone.
I have a guilty conscience because I am a book hoarder and havent got the time to read. I know, sacrilegious, perish the thought. But I have resolve to make more time these days.

Then again I love movies two, a bit of a mixed breed I am.

>had I asked for books, I’d have the edivence before my eyes. Something to show 😛 Hmm, can five kids qualify as mahr. And who gave them to who? Now there’s question…

>Azra, hope you’re having a happy birthday lady. 🙂

ah, but you only tease us with this talk of island life! let’s leave already! you have been discerning about the members of the male species allowed on the island, I hope 😉

>Nooj,Surely reading functions across more levels than just an escapism ..?

Kimya, well…. if it is paid in books then it would have to be linen clad hard covers 😉

>LOL – My stack of unread books grow beside my bed…on the little table/shelf thingy I have.
I just dont have the time at the moment…

Perfect life is Island Life with a never-ending supply of books 😀

>Books for mehr! Incredible, that!
I’ve recent heard a bartering deal with tree’s. 1000 of them. I wonder… lol

>I’ve never read sylvia before

Reading was my escape as a child
I refrain from it now because reality can only be eluded for so long and I have too many autistic tendencies

>I can relate – I have a growing stack of unread books on the floor of my room. I know that I have no time to read them in the next two to three months but still can’t resist when I stumble upon something that piques my interest.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.