everything was tinged with magic.
there it was. that silly, overwrought, ill-advised word: magic.
but that's how it seemed.
the gentle, teeming snowflakes--exhausted and exhausting only days before now new again. and clear.
the passing of a guy she had known seven years before. as strangers. smiling at the near run-in, ducking her head, giving thanks for the miss.
the skateboarders on the overpass. the grinding of their frantic wheels contrasting the steady hurtling moan of the subway.
she wore no makeup. and felt beautiful. felt the eyes of the men around her.
this is happiness.
the thought didn't flicker past, didn't approach slowly. it just was. everywhere and all at once--encircling, encompassing, bone-rattling.
this is brilliant.
via.
an apology. and a giveaway winner.
my mother pointed out today that i'm a bad blogger.
i promised to announce the giveaway winner on friday.
then i pushed it to monday.
and now it's tuesday.
sometimes life gets the better of you.
but my mom's right. that's not fair. by not following through i undermine the validity of my words and i undercut the value of the giveaway itself--its worthy cause, and the enormity of the response by you all.
so i must apologize.
truly.
i was so honored to sponsor a giveaway by nakate and so excited by how you all responded.
and i hope to do another giveaway soon. just to thank you all. for reading and responding and filling me to the brim each and every day.
so without further ado. the necklace goes to:
email me at wilybrunette@yahoo.com with your information.
a good start to the week. a really good start, actually.
in quotes
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.
photo credit:
original sources found here