L'aura del Campo

Harlequin Hell Hotel

SPRING: 6 Bahá 163 (March 26)

Weather where I am: 59, grey and beginning to get chill.

Weather in Sweden where AL lives: Cold! 30 in Stockholm and not warm anywhere else. Fog, rain, clouds or snow pretty much sums up the land of my forefathers.

People say funny things. Mary Hodson told me that she's going to be cremated. Does this mean that at her inurnment we can quote what she said this morning? "My greatest joy is getting to wake up 10 men every morning." What does one do with comments like that? One writes them down of course! I use them in my writing. Wrote one about Mary, Hubbard and Natasha today for a compilation of short-short flash fictions I tentatively call: Harlequin Hell Hotel. I even came up with the line in reference to those who don't get up for Mary: "Natasha just licks the leftovers." At some point I'll have to give in and tell or show the readers that Natasha is a dog, but the longer I can string them on ... .

SENSED

Early sweet viburnum; white anemone; scilla, light blue; one raggedy iris that bloomed too soon; aroma of the hyacinths; two ragged crocuses, the last?; a striped crocus blooming late; the pribet's feathery green; sweet magnolia.

I've just wasted over an hour trying to load an image from my Wal-Mart photo CD. Ought to be able to figure it out, but I'm giving up for tonight. Anybody know how to do this?

An odd sketch from yesterday that will need a lot of revison:

Drunken Spring

Red daffodils, black hyacinths,
tulip-colored coals,
in this, the Spring of my desires,
two lips wrap my soul

where willows white and oaks jet blue,
shade my house at noon,
once shadowed there, snug in my nest,
be my love and soon

smell tulips black, pick lilies greeen,
eager, bring your thrills
into my arms, next to my chest,
where dwell red daffodils. [163.10]

Had to post it so I can work on it. I know the rhythm I want, but can't quite grasp the proper words. Oh well, it is only a sketch and bizarre at that!