NEW ENTRY, PERHAPS; A NEW VERSE, AND SUCH.
April 12, 2020. You have found the Experimental Entry, probably!
I am confronted with an array of symbols that make little sense to me. I don’t know whether I have started a new entry or am about to write over a former one that I would not like to lose. SO, I shall say “done” for the moment, check my email and see what happens.
HABLAR
To speak a foreign language
Is a native thing to do;
but,
Depending on geography,
Foreign is native too.
For a moment yesterday I felt like blind Milton who would compose during the night or early hours and have to wait for his daughters to write down what he had created alone. In my case, I wasn’t working in iambic pentameter or writing a magnificent epic poem. Sigh. No, I was out walking my daily mile or mile and a half, alone, composing this meager verse in my head, four lines, then trying to finish the verse and remember it once I had finished the walk.
The thing is, I liked it and wanted to hold on. And apparently I did. The only problem now is how to create a new entry, put an image with it, and not lose anything already here.
First, my little dog, Simon. I spent an hour last night trying to find a dealer who sold wheels for injured dachshunds. Wheels, that is, that weren’t too complicated to put together and that would fit him once we got them. A set for two hundred and fifty dollars looked good but very complicated; another one for almost two hundred might work, but at 4 a.m I gave up and went to bed. He and Mary had been there for several hours. Simon gets pain pills that somewhat mellow him, though he always wakes up anyway and greets me and lets me have a narrow corridor upon which to sleep, the little monster.
Easter Sunday: the weather has turned really nasty and the Sunday paper is still in our delivery box, 80 steps downhill from our house. I was trying to say vicious (got it) but couldn’t spell it well enough to get the spell checker to show me. I tried the “c” this time and it worked though I still had to get past “viscous.”
Crippled Simon on our bed.
Our dachshund, Schuster, he of the mischievous eyes, the fine long hair, the beautiful face, lover of treats, eater of cheese, tail wagger, trouble maker, cat chaser, lover of belly rubs, good companion, instance.
And then we wake up to find one or two of these guys sitting on our balcony rail, omens of our impending mortality. Yet seeing 40 or 50 of them fly in at dusk to roost in our white pines and silver maple is an impressive sight.
"En el país de los ciegos, el tuerto es rey. " Como dice el Dicho, a TV show from the Spanish channel, one I am watching to improve my Spanish language ability. Translation within.
Everything that is, sooner or later, points to its source, one way or another: apples, a baby possum, dust from a passing comet. Goodness
Is the gargoyle an image of evil? I suspect that the TV show, The Exorcist, may be the only TV show that truly takes the supernatural seriously.
As I said, Life is good; choose life, especially when you have a stubborn little dachshund who loves you, probably, by your side. Ah Simon, cheese for supper; that always keeps him close.
I seem to have gotten more table than box, but the picture does give you a hint about the content here. I tried to center the photo, but, alas, time has rendered me incapable. In any case, this is an entry for people in a hurry!
Images, details, the way in which God speaks to us? But how do we know? How do we understand? We might ask the poets who are knowledgeable and good at that kind of thing.