Wilt thou again experience this vain,
Delectable, self-referential ache–
This self-indulgence once again allow?
To thine shalt thou thy paradox awake
From sleep when hast thou found and felt this pain?
What timely melody, or importune,
Might interruption beg thee disavow?
But wake! Shout thy day! Though thy Words impugn
Themselves when once They leave thy lips; profane
Shall They be made by whips thou canst not quell;
The base shall scourge profane, an They endow
Them with thy Pearls, when swine, as swine, retell.
Though long remains the day thy Words to fade,
Sleep now, brief vigilance, not yet unmade.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
It must feel so strange to know the truth of this.
It surely must take such courage and self containment to write. I salute you, dear, it can’t always be easy.
And here I read this once again aloud
And my heart sings to thy words
As my lips delight in the speaking
You are my treasure, Beloved.
My lips speak thy words
Thy blood, through my heart, courses
Thy lips speak my delight.
And thou art mine, Beloved.
I read all these words and what I once thought was a sea of inspiration, suddenly becomes a mere spoonful of tap water. My husband is right. In spite of your frequent kind words, I am a lousy writer of non-poems. I will leave now to make udon noodles. I know I can do that.
The udon is delicious! Although I am not quite sure what a “Buckwheat” is, exactly excepting of course a cute little boy with unkempt hair who habitually uses the letter “T” in the stead of the letter “K.”
Regarding writing and/or words. I know for a fact that I have absolutely no talent for their use. What wordsmithing abilities I have acquired over the decades come only as a result of a combination of love, a degree of reading, (and none to great a degree at that) and some practice. That is all. I do, in fact, marvel at the superior vocabularies of many many bloggers I discover here on wordpress. Even at this late date, my own meagre vocabulary pales in comparison to so very many.
HaHa…I think that Buckwheat would sing this song as follows: Wookin’ pa nub in all de wong paces, wookin’ pa nub….
I am going to do a post on making your own udon noodles. it is easy and cheap and fun – you actually put the dough in a large plastic bag with a dry towel underneath and knead with your feet. I really like udon cold on a salad with ginger soy dressing but slurping it in soup is fun.
I just find myself in one of my periods of depression. Chronic depression is a cruel relentless beast and one never knows when it will hit. I just read so many glorious words from talented people and feel a sting that I will never measure up, no matter how hard I try. Right now though, if I make your dearly beloved smile, that is satisfaction for me. While it is not a good piece, I hope she will read Lucky the Horse Does a Walkabout. i think it will make her smile. it is prose and short and oddly, it is one of the most popular things I’ve written. Simple, homey, friendly and so many people love horses and seem to relate to this.
I left my journal open last night and my husband picked it up and read a page – he said, I love you dear but this poem should be burned. and proceeds to tell me how someone of my intelligence, experience, and vocabulary should do better. So while I should not base all on his words, because he is intelligent and a wordsmith, the words from him cruelly bite.
I would that I could write sonnets with your flair and beauty. But alas, I am not talented and am thinking of just giving up altogether and just writing simple short prose pieces, or maybe, not even those. I hope my meds will begin kicking in again. It is just…..hard.
I understand all too well how relentlessly depression may take hold. Believe me when I state that I know this very intimately.
Now, regarding poetry. It is a thing which benefits from all manner of mental illness. This will probably come accross as a joke. But I am quite serious. Extremity benefits short expression–such as poetry, for example. And that is what ones Neuroses are. Extremity. There for the taking. So take. That, in a nutshell is what I do. Channel not your inner child, but your inner teenager for all her angst-ridden extremity is worth!
Then eat some udon. It’ll calm ya down after all that : )
I am making homemade udon noodles this weekend!
Still planning to post that method/recipe? If so, we will try it….
Will do. I also found an interesting video to put with it
I meant to make mention of the following site:
wherein I found details regarding ingredients–particularly those of the far east–in such detail as to delight any mathematician or engineer.
Therefore, we shall both be happy! I also occasionally go to a website, Cooking for Engineers. Interesting to say the least and have actually come out with some good ideas. One forgets that cooking isn’t all passion, fluff, and pizazz – it is a great deal of science involved!
I just got a reply from the young man of the recipe site. He is a he, I see. And also, he is an engineer… which explains a lot.
Good for him!
Truly! Mrs. Emeron is at this very moment lost in his site.
And I have just visited the link. :-) I am extremely pleased with this. I try to make my ingredients as simple as possible and methods as simple. I am not a Japanese trained chef, just a plain Southern girl doing Southern and Japanese home cooking.
Yes. I was extremely happy with the author’s description of “exotic” ingredients. She (at least I think she is a “she”) gave me a much better understanding of the kind of ingredients used in Japanese quisine, of what they are composed, their function, and therefore more common items that can be used as substitutes if necessary. I finally understand what mirin is–its composition and its function along with a number of other such ingredients and their respective functions.
You reminded me of that story so I realised that we had both read it and had forgotten to comment.