Here by Marin Sorescu

 

I’m here, I’m nowhere

The house itself is persecuted

into building walls of silence

which it must stand behind, locked in.

 

Locked inside myself, I haven’t given up.

Give me gibberish, babble, double talk –

let equivocation be sweet on my tongue!

Then a raven croaks: Nevermore!

 

The gleam vanishes off the world.

This blind, ravening century has put

its mark upon the very bread we eat.

 

Anything I say will be interpreted

by thugs. The cop on guard outside

is trying to get my spaniel to confess.

 

From: Censored Poems

 

 

For the love of brackets

I would say I have been neglecting my lovely blog long enough…although it was for a good reason, but such is life. We can’t let anyone defeat us. And by ‘we’ (psycho alert!), I mean myself. 

It is strange that just putting down these few words makes me feel better. {[Better doesn’t exactly express my state of being but I can’t think of a better (aargh!) word no, scratch that – suitable word]. (And yes, I think it is totally appropriate to apply brakes from mathematics to writing. Brackets are sexy.)} 

So I need to get myself organized [the US loving auto-correct keeps changing it to organised (and it looks too soft without the z)]. Me thinks a new list is in order – new list of existing writing challenges. A to Z challenge anyone? That is the main one for the time being but there is also the new Fiction in 50 and all the beautiful Daily prompts I haven’t checked in (cliched phrase  alert!) what feels like ages. I have to look up the rest (too tired to do it now).

Also, it is the time of the lent. Or so I was told. My colleagues and friends are giving up things: alcohol, chocolate, cigarettes, using lifts etc. I gave up my cat. Not because it’s lent. Because she had cancer. Aggressive one. I miss her. She was the gentlest animal I have had the pleasure to meet….I guess I should have put ‘morbid alert’ in brackets before  writing this. 

Anyways, random state of mind = random post. Be well.