Quote for January.

“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.” (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe)

I am better with songs (You Tube!) and Pictures (vi.sualize.com!), poems, well, no, I am an avid reader, but I read mostly prose, and as for “speaking a few reasonable words” – maybe? Just maybe, I am there…”Hi, how are you?”  does it seem reasonable enough?  Then let’s say I am on track.

Writing comes alive

Source: http://vi.sualize.us/view/kallini2002/e1d44128a6ea9bd8f85354cfbe7bc979/

Let’s fix some of my shortcomings, LOL.

Poems from the calendar:

January: (the page has gone missing)

February (Theme: Symbols of Love):

Love wants love

Sweet kisses and

Smiling hearts

An ocean of chocolate

A paradise of togetherness

March (Theme: New Thinking):

Fashion meaning

From black and white symbols

Smears of grace

Chiseled into balance

April (Theme: April Fools):

Ferocious caramel universe

You speak like a candy animal

In your corduroy yesterday

Flying through clouds of baby growls

May (Theme: Garden of Possibility):

A moment of delirious skin

Showing up in the garden

Delicate essential languid

Shine for me

June (Theme: A Muse of Fire):

Fortune seek no friend or villain

And forswears naught

Bestowing melancholy and grace

Like a maiden drunk with love

July (Theme: Bottle Rockets):

Summer produces a thousand dreams

Of lazy sleep

And rusting feet

And purple fingers full of delirious juice

I will live for these delicate moments

August (Theme: Beach Ball Game Theory of Relativity):

The fat cats hat

Grows slowly

In the clean green ground

September (Theme: Your Song):

Short story or poetry

What plot illustrates my world

A strange in the library

Creates a novel of me

October (Theme: Shadow History):

Delicate whisper of a garden

Incubate a thousands dreams

A shadow of spring in the fall

November (Theme: Food for Thought):

The memory of a chicken

And a pickle as sour as lime

Make me think of people

And our tremendous emotions

December (Theme: Everyday Celebrations):

Remember the rhythm of the ocean

The animal breathing

Of a delicious universe

Calendar Wisdom.

Well, coming back to my calendar.  Now it is February and there is a new Chapter.  Apparently, the new theme is LOVE.

Symbols of Love.

Love is perhaps the most difficult of emotions to put into words, but that certainly hasn’t stopped anyone from trying.  When it comes to love, we come up with all sorts of ways to communicate it – gifts, surprises, good deeds, and, yes, loving words.  Consider your love for someone and look over the poetry magnets.  Which ones jump out?   Try it with different people in mind – a partner or a friend or a child – and compose a few lines with these symbols of love.

Quote of the month:

“There is no remedy for love but to love more.”  Henry David Thoreau

So, if it is the theme of the month, I will be writing about love and marriage.

Many years ago, my ex-husband and I were about to get married and the first date suggested at the Registration Office was February 13^th , Saturday.  I am not superstitious, but I refused categorically.  The next day was obviously February 14^th, the Valentine’s day (how romantic is that?), but we did not know it then.  We lived in Russia, and were totally oblivious to the dates like Valentine’s Day, Halloween (on which I was born), Thanksgiving and the rest of them.

So, not to be married on the February 13^th, we chose February 6^th instead.  Was our marriage meant to be?  Who knows?  We had a car accident on the way to the Registration Office and not all of our guests arrived to participate in the ceremony.  It is generally considered to be a bad sign, but again who knows?  And now, I can say only that we were married for 16 years and we are not married any longer.

My ex has found another love and I guess he will remarry soon.  And I struggle to remember all of those who had the folly and courage to propose marriage to me.  The question somehow resurfaced and it did not always had to do with love.  Maybe it is time to write a little story about men in my life.

Victor Pelevin “The Sacred Book of Werewolf”

‘I’m so happy for you, darling!’ I said.

Not many were-creatures know what it is t feel happy for someone else.  And tailless monkeys know even less about it, all they know how to do is smile broadly in order to boost their social adaptability and increase the volume of sales.  While imitating the feeling of happiness for someone else, the tailless monkey actually experiences envy or, in the best case, remains indifferent.  But I really did experience that feeling, as pure and transparent as the water in a mountain stream.

‘You can’t imagine how happy I am for you,’ I repeated and kissed him again.

This time he didn’t move away.

‘Really?’ he asked.  ‘But why?’

‘Because after all this time you’re in a good mood.  You’re feeling better.  And I love you.’

His face darkened a little.

‘I love you too.  But I keep thinking that you’re going to leave me.  You’d probably be better off if you did.  But I won’t feel any happiness for you.’

‘In the first place, I’m not planning on going anywhere,’ I said.  ‘And in the second place, the feeling you speak of isn’t love, it’s a symptom of egoism.  To the male chauvinist in you, I’m merely a toy, a piece of property and a trophy status symbol.  And you’re afraid of losing me in the same way a property owner is afraid of being parted from some expensive item.  You can never feel happy for someone else that way.’

‘So how do you feel happy for someone else?’

‘For that you have to want nothing for yourself.’

‘You’re telling me you don’t want anything for yourself?’ he asked suspiciously.

I shook my head.

‘But why?’

‘I told you that once already.  When you look inside yourself for a long time, you realize that there’s nothing there.  How can you want something for that nothing?’

‘But if there’s nothing inside you, there’s nothing inside anyone else either.’

‘If you think about it properly, there’s nothing real anywhere,’ I said.  ‘There’s only the choice with which you fill emptiness.  And when you feel happy for someone else, you fill emptiness with love.’

‘Whose love? If there isn’t anybody anywhere, then whose love it?’

‘That does not matter to emptiness.  And don’t you get hot and bothered about it either.  But if you want a meaning for life, you’ll never find a better one.’