Thursday, May 11, 2006

the treat

and because i'm in that mood from which only the rawest of Fatboy's diatribes will pick me up and there's no bottled concotion of that yet, you and i will have to settle for this calmer...



“One must be able to return in thought to roads in unknown regions, to unexpected encounters, and to partings that had been long foreseen; to days of childhood that are still indistinct, and to parents whom one had to hurt when they sought to give one some pleasure which one did not understand (it would have been a pleasure to someone else); to childhood’s illnesses that so strangely begin with such a number of profound and grave transformations, to days spent in rooms withdrawn and quiet, and to mornings by the sea, to the sea itself, to oceans, to nights of travel that rushed along loftily and flew with all the stars—and still it is not enough to be able to think of all this. There must be memories of many nights of love, each one unlike the others, of the screams of women in labour, and of women in childbed, light and blanched and sleeping, shutting themselves in. but one must also have been beside the dying, must have sat beside the dead in a room with open windows and fitful noises.”
The Open Night by John Lehmann

6 comments:

jkb said...

Jesus, whats that in Kampala's skylines? SMOG???!

Degstar said...

JKB,
dats mist. u need factories n industrial complexes and mob cars and stuff like that to have smog. we dont.

M&C,
kasta u're blogging

savage said...

Looks like it's about to snow in K-LA.

Lovely Amphibian said...

am i glad to read from you again! and i know u didnt breath a word. but its at that point where i cant keep it in for long. where have you been? really took that sabatical you were talking about?

Iwaya said...

L A, you'll laugh till you piss in your pants when you see me and we jazz. Mike already nearly is. Things done changed for real, that's for sho'!

jkb, an early morning amble in kampala will surprise ya. again, just ask Mike.

degs, nag u r bright.

savage one, i know a place in kabale where with your nose dripping you could swear it's snowing.

undo said...

I was at that road of thought yesterday...at the hour when everyone was considering falling asleep or perhaps had already fallen asleep.

There is a beauty where everyone doesn't consider looking. JKB and Degstar, LOL, some of us are still ignorant and only see the beauty of that mist...

Man, Iwaya whatever you meant to, you meant to, you did it. as in Shrek 2 song "...so I have turned myself to face me..." L.Amphibian, you will enjoy this appointment you have with Iwaya...immensely