Namaste!

Namaste!
August 24, 2010 * Aguas Calientes * Machu Picchu * Peru * South America

poetry and the art of recklessness

"how sad it is when a luxurious imagination is obliged in self-defence to deaden its delicacy in vulgarity, and riot in things attainable that it may not have leisure to go mad
after things that are not." *john keats, july 1818
let us riot in the unattainable!
poetry is when the animal bursts forth, inflamed.

*and dean young is spectacular to have written this essay in poets&writers magazine






Monday, March 8, 2010

away and back

namaste, United States of America!

since my last entry in France, i have had the honor of
travelling to Germany and the Netherlands, and also nabbing
a small breath of a hello in Ireland during a layover.

i ceased my blogging due to my appetite for being
instead of recording
and so i limited my computer minutes to that of important e-mails home
with occasional facebook updates.

with my initial blog intentions to write! write! write!
and hurdle fears,
and remain inspired and reckless,
i no longer postpone my blog entries!

it's monday, march 8, 2010.
i have been home for 4 days.
3 nights of the 4 days, my dreams have taken place in Paris.
i stand in my parents kitchen - it's still the kitchen.
i take a run on the bike path near the house -
my last run took place in Vondelpark, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
the Olympics came and went -
i cheered on the Frenchies in France,
the Germans in Germany,
the Netherland-ers in The Netherlands.
i was just meditatively strolling in the Alhambra Generalife.
sitting on a bench, baguette in mouth, underneath the skirt of the Eiffel Tower.
eating at the best Chinese buffet, The Shan-gri-la, in Dortmund.
eyeballing the lovlies drenched in Red Light.
and, already deeply missing my cousin, during a layover in Dublin.

away and back!
trains and trams!
Spanish to Dutch!
change upon change!

namaste, to the spirit of movement!
let us never be content!!

2 comments:

  1. I have a friend, Maria, that used to take fabulous vacations and very few pictures. She contemplated taking them, but thought that they would not do justice to the moment: the time and space. She chose to remember them - picture them in her mind - instead. I guess that is not such a crazy idea at all. When I see some of my photos, they are amazing...but never quite capture the real amazingness of that moment in time. Like the stars as big as baseballs in the Andes mountains. Namaste, my daughter: I am glad you are home safely, and happy that you are about to embark on another adventure very soon!

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  2. XOXOXOXO always more adventures!!

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