a good start to the week. a really good start, actually.
When you find a man
Who transforms
Every part of you
Into poetry,
Who makes each one of your hairs
Into a poem,
When you find a man,
Capable,
As I am
OF bathing and adorning you
With poetry,
I will beg you
To follow him without hesitation,
It is not important
That you belong to me or him
But that you belong to poetry.
When You Find a Man
by Nizar Qabbani
translation by Bassam K. Frangieh
and Clementina R. Brown
(this morning i awoke to this in my inbox. and i thought (1) georgette, you are a goddess, because indeed it was georgette who sent it to me and (2) can you imagine how sexy the poem must be in the original arabic? {it's always better in the original tongue}).
{oh yes, and just so you know. today i'm up much too early, sneaking in a few minutes for myself before the day begins in ernest. i'm dancing around to david gray's lately and offering up a silent prayer of thanks that for the time being i make more than enough poetry for myself. (and that i still get to look forward to meeting the man who will transform that poetry, because holly hell there is just so much to look forward to in this life.).}
friday. how did we get here?
somehow this week got away from me. i chock it up to a few things: 1. another foot (at least) of snow pounding down on the city 2. the realization that these allergies keep my brain working at half-speed (if that)--i'm doing things now like washing my face with shampoo (painful. don't try) and 3. the slow ticking of things off of my life to-do list.
it is this last thing that keeps me going. reminds me why i've remained in this city. small steps, slow steps.
i'll announce the giveaway winner on monday. i can't thank you all enough for the kind and encouraging response. my heart swells at your kindness. and i owe you each a debt of gratitude for your goodness.
for now i leave you with my version of eye-candy... (and the promise {or hope} of some more interesting posts next week.
dear new york,
all this snow?
it's just that...
well...
i just think...
it's...
i'm utterly exhausted.
enough for now, yes?
love,
the girl with really bad winter (who knew?) allergies
dear husband-to-be,
i don't like sushi.
okay, well, it's not that i don't like it...it's just... that there are so many other types of food i'd rather have. and because i'm a girl and i unfortunately can't eat until kingdom come, i get to be choosy about this. and so i'd rather have something else.
and yes, i've tasted good sushi. so, no, it's not that.
and i know this makes me far less cool. far less hip. but i've made peace with that, i'll live. (heck, i just used the word hip, which means i probably never was to begin with).
that's all. for now.
hint: i love pizza. and a good veggie burger? huzzah. thai, yes please.
love, love,
your food-loving-lady






