Saturday, August 21, 2004
first blogging
Home after a week in New Orleans with very creative people that I love. Thinking about "real life" as Shi calls it. This morning when we talked about our lives as objects that could be picked up, turned at different angles and veiwed in various light. After a week in the big easy, things here definately look different....can't say better or worse. Thanks for the clue about "weblog".
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Hi Judy ... and Jules, she IS a poet :)
The cemetery in New Orleans was covered in sea shells...some broken, some still whole.
What a place to reat: some blocks over from Bourbon Street jazz, under a silent seabed.
Aisha
Shi, you are the poet......"under a silent seabed" ...way cool. way til I have a good look at all our pics...maybe a train of thought will emerge. Right now I am still on a jazz high.
I am dyslextci:
It is Shisa not Aisha and I meant "a place to rest...not reat...oyu can't really reat in a cemetery.
Lost my post. Basically, I said you are the poet, aisha/shi......"under silent seabeds". Maybe looking at all our pics will give me an idea or 2. Right now I am still on a jazz high.
Glad you cleared that up Shi... I wasn't sure if "reat" was "write" or "eat"..LOL
reat is that one activity you cant nail down...except with a coffin lid
So many beautiful sights on our recent trip and the most enduring image is that of a homeless man trying to sleep under a tree in the park on Jackson Square.
He kept calling out "go away" and then after a bit "thank you...thank you for going away". As if all the tourists were tramping through his living room. Of course I couldn't help but think how easy it would be for someone like him to arrive at this point....without the benefit of a family and support group.
We are building our son a little apartment. The goal is privacy ...for us but also for him. I hear that same "go away" but at least he will always sleep indoors as long as I am around.
Beginning of something?
Thank you for going away.
It gets harder and harder to find a bit of privacy
when you’re living rough
and sleeping under an oleander hedge.
New Orleans noontime foot traffic
through Jackson Square sounds
like a train wreck
and you can’t shut off the lights.
Of course you’re nocturnal and that’s normal--
no one really gets it.
Go away. Thank you for going away.
Other ideas rolling about: place names, a title. such interesting ones in New Orleans.Each cultures attempt to make a place its own. Just random thoughts, phrases, may lead somewhere.
Thnak you for going away!
Is that passive-aggressive?
Not in his case.
Good title.
Oleander hedge! can't get over it: pot plants in Norway, hedges in the South.
I too have seeds for poems: the siamese cat under a datura tree watching a night-blue pool
and do you know what?
my mom tells me my father hated crocodiles when he lived in Africa. Their eyes above water, their loglike looks.
So it's in the genes! --
Shisa
Shisa
And...?
Requesting another, possibly about photos, baby's feet, weddings in Rome...
;)
Aisha
Wow, I can't believe I didn't think to click on your name in my blog responses. Doh! Hope you have the time to keep posting something here. I won't come to look TOO often. I promise ;-)))
RT
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