He had a dog called ferdinand, he called him Ferda for short. There would always be an attractive stick around in the woods for Ferda to play fetch when we walked down the valley. We drove down to the valley once instead of taking the short-turn walk. The silence in the woods would give me a sense of worry mixed with awe, enough to turn my stomach...we walked and we talked.
Yes it is I and I do remember the young girl sitting beside me in PHL 101 classes. My goodness how the time flies. I want to apologize for not writing even a few words. I actually did start to write but our daughter started to cry in her nap and my wife was busy nursing the other daughter born on Christmas eve 2009, so by the time house was quiet once again I was so exhausted that I needed a nap myself. Since I remember you as a bright kid and equipped with reasoning skills from philosophy you must be getting a picture of my life now.
It was interesting journey for me to this place in time and into my mental equilibrium I am blessed with. It was long way full of obstacles, traps and despair. But it was worth it. More about that some other time.
How are you? By now you are finished with med school and saving lives by a dozens I assume. Do you specialize in some part of medicine? How was it – the long nights and days studying with cadavers for company? I would like to hear more from you, how you are and if you are happy. God bless.
I came to tears, again.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Build Ing
There is a sanctuary behind the buildings of my city
Where I dream of dreams I forgot I dreamt
There is a concept of time behind the buildings of my city
Where the imposed heaviness is very light
There is a mirror behind the buildings of my city
Where I find me not me in the reflection
There is a building,
behind the buildings,
in my city,
that I like.
Where I dream of dreams I forgot I dreamt
There is a concept of time behind the buildings of my city
Where the imposed heaviness is very light
There is a mirror behind the buildings of my city
Where I find me not me in the reflection
There is a building,
behind the buildings,
in my city,
that I like.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wanna hear something really phoney?
Salinger goes to the river not cemetary
Who wants flowers when they're dead?
Nobody, especially if he's J.D. Salinger.
Who wants flowers when they're dead?
Nobody, especially if he's J.D. Salinger.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
train of memory
...book.rent.creatures.complicated.bones.holmes.extraordinary.breakfast.sauna.eli.addisababa.wine.o-mare-e-tu.salty.alfredo.bus.sleepless.sleepy.missed.present...where is this train heading?...
Monday, January 25, 2010
Synchronicity of Idiosynchronicity
An intricate tapestry it often weaweaweaves
The line between reason and awe
I tiptoe between the invisible fabrics and strings that approach
To contain the vastness in me
The line between reason and awe
I tiptoe between the invisible fabrics and strings that approach
To contain the vastness in me
Tukiliit
It
laid in a name
embodied a memory
spoke what was experienced
made a return to namelessness
brought souvenirs from the new found land
and cleared us on the directions: the road to nowhere is everywhere.
laid in a name
embodied a memory
spoke what was experienced
made a return to namelessness
brought souvenirs from the new found land
and cleared us on the directions: the road to nowhere is everywhere.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
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