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Ghoj. Three poems. Lang

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          SPRING: 11 Nur (15 June)          

Weather where I am: 91º
Weather where my mother is: 80º
Weather in Asunción, Paraguay: 70º

I didn't meet with Arnell this morning. She never called . Met with Krista this afternoon however and filled out FAFSA for money for grad school . And my mother is mailing me my birth certificate (no I wasn't hatched ).

I've been reading more of Lang by Kjell Westö now that I'm done with Cider House Rules. Right.

Some interesting quotes:

"It's just so absurd," she said. "It's pulstating, it's so full of life, but very soon it won't exist." [pg 94] Sarita to Lang re his erection.

"Now she held his stiff dick in her hand and played with it as if it were her personal talisman".

And a quote from Beckett on page 96: "I wouldn't want my youth back, not with the fire in me now."

"closet-fascist competitive shows like "Robinson and "Survivor", [pg 104]

"life's a rat race and I wanna be the Number One rat"
[pg 105]

"I'm so into shaved pussies" [pg 105]

Prompts for poetry from this quotes could be:

1. ... pulsating, so full of life, but very soon ____ won't exist ...
2. ... played with _____ as if ____ were her/his personal talisman.
3. ... I wouldn't want my ____ back, not with the ____ in/within me now.
4. ... closet-fascist ____, like _____ and _____.
5. ... life's a _____ race, and I wanna be the Number One ____.
6. ... I'm so into shaved ____ ...

Using the quote from Beckett:

Not without this fire

I wouldn't want my youth back,
not without this fire.
I wouldn't want my grief back
to work through all this ire.

And you could keep the hormones
that raged within the banks
of rivers flowing through my veins
towards the stars that blinked.

For in these final twilight hours,
now glows an ember bright
that through the dark and raging storms,
provides for me some light.

Those cells that froze when I was young
have thawed beneath your smile.
I wouldn't want my youth back,
not without this fire. [163.194]

Football:

Well, I was wrong about Ecuador! Big time! Very impressive wins. Since the game with Germany will only decide who plays who, it will be interesting to see how both teams approach it.

Paraguay has gone cold, or Sweden woke up. Not sure which. They must play for at least a point against England. If they become complacent, Trinidad could sneak in.

Both of my teams, Costa Rica and Paraguay, are out. Their final games are to save face.

From the line in Lang, "So Miro was conceived in ice and snow" [pg 82]:

What's conceived

What's conceived on ice and snow,
is borne come end of summer
and what begins with April's touch,
springs forth fresh-flowered come winter.

For after months of freeze and thaw,
what's planted breaks forth arms,
raising them with hallelujah's,
to seek embracing charms.

For what's conceived before the snow
gives thanks.
And what's conceived at depths of winter,
skates. [163.192]

I also use blog entries to write. This is a response to SilverValkyre loves YOU! entry "Invalid Entry"  now further edited:

Letter to the Silver Valkyre from Ghoj

We are where we are.

I'm somewhere on the dark side of Ghoj at the moment. You probably haven't heard of it. You will ... before I summon you to visit.

It's a backwater hell-hole of a swamp. If you look up at your sky at what you call Orion ... you'll look right through me.

Is it where we are that counts?

I no longer can give a long and honest answer. A short dishonest one perhaps? Who have I been? And before that? ... how many lifetimes do you wish me to recount? They are innumerous.

On an insignificant dying-rock, you ask these questions that disturb the eddies of my dreams

... and wake me up. [163.195]