I have been thinking a lot about this same day last year...I do remember some events of the day. I remember the damp coolness of the morning and the whiteness of sky and earth...
I think I may even have pondered where I would be a year hence...and here I am...
I remember riding in a helicopter and looking out at the desert, with the wind blowing hard; and I remember spending time in a small wood-paneled library reading. Waiting.
As time moves we seem to only mark it by its passage. We are always behind any instant that has occurred.
The flow of time does seem like a bright glistening stream; we may dip our hand in to stem its flow, but the water passes us by, only chilling our hands.
A bit about Army life from a former deployed soldier; some minor comments on life in general, and smatterings of poetry and other thoughts. Please contribute and teach me something!
Friday, November 20, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Poem for Today
Perfection
Loving someone-
It makes me want to achieve goodness,
It drives me to be like a child,
Eager to share everything I have,
But then becoming afraid for doing so.
I want to be so perfect for her,
But even that won't make her stay.
November 2009
Loving someone-
It makes me want to achieve goodness,
It drives me to be like a child,
Eager to share everything I have,
But then becoming afraid for doing so.
I want to be so perfect for her,
But even that won't make her stay.
November 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
6 British Films I like
In no order...just came to mind as I was watching number 1.
1. The 39 Steps
2. The Killing Fields
3. The Spy Who Came in from the Cold
4. This Sporting Life
5. The Remains of the Day
1. The 39 Steps
2. The Killing Fields
3. The Spy Who Came in from the Cold
4. This Sporting Life
5. The Remains of the Day
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Real Food...
I had an orange to eat today, but not the cosmetically perfect oranges that we get in the larger grocery stores...These were thick skinned, with a coarse pebble rind. They were partially tinged with a vivid green like spilled absinthe.
Thin and woody stems were attached to the oranges, and the fruit reminded me in some way of naughty children...full of promise, but unkempt and a little rascally.
The fruit was delicious and tasted alive. Perhaps it is just that the fruit seemed - visually - on the fringes of respectability, and that made me enjoy it more.
Thin and woody stems were attached to the oranges, and the fruit reminded me in some way of naughty children...full of promise, but unkempt and a little rascally.
The fruit was delicious and tasted alive. Perhaps it is just that the fruit seemed - visually - on the fringes of respectability, and that made me enjoy it more.
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