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Wednesday, 7. August 2002

Law of Gravity



Littered around my room are books. Books lounging, gathering dust small ones below bigger ones,a tottering column when I nudge them a little;

Supplying an apt metaphor for those days we had tread on shared laughter and yellow light thrown by the lamp on your window sill. Those were the small things, the minor details, happiness too perhaps, that lived before the assault of Big Ambitions, borrowed and adopted. It lead to the closing of the doors and snapping of the wires. I know now I was placing smaller books first, perhaps I didn't see the larger ones.

Also this I know,one needn't be a board certified physican to heal, it's love that heals and yours healed me. Thanks.

Now only the remananents are left behind: a poster of a monastery at dawn, another dawn just a few days ago when I woke up feeling suddenly cold, you had already woken up and were bustling around, now it's a premature winter in the middle of a humid summer.

The night is lonely and I ache to hear your voice. The airlines have sent me a good fare deal, just another way that things take me to you, I looked at it twice to make sure that it was not a trick because it came a week too late.

I travel tonight in my thoughts and since you won't wait at the end of gate A, in your red cardigan anymore I know there is no arriving for me now.

I trace lines on my skin, inscribed in a braille like script is your name, followed by "I was here". I saw such names all above me in a camp bunkhouse on the rafters once, "Joey was here, 1995". "Peace people, Amanda 15".

And when I complete the tracing, I remeber those moles on your skin arrayed like constellations and me counting them one by one, as if somewhere I knew such a day would come when I will forfiet all the rights to count or measure anything that is yours.

The books have finally tipped and are all over the floor, words have dried up in my throat and this is all over too.

2002:08:07 01:00 Atlanta




My Poems

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Tuesday, 6. August 2002

Whatever Happened? - Philip Larkin


At once whatever happened starts receding. Panting, and back on board, we line the rail With trousers ripped, light wallets, and lips bleeding.

Yes, gone, thank God! Remembering each detail We toss for half the night, but find next day All's kodak-distant. Easily, then (though pale),

'Perspective brings significance,' we say, Unhooding our photometers, and, snap! What can't be printed can be thrown away.

Later, it's just a latitude: the map Points out how unavoidable it was: 'Such coastal bedding always means mishap.'

Curses? The dark? Struggling? Where's the source Of these yarns now (except in nightmares, of course)?




Big Book Of Poetry

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Few Fav Scenes from Forrest Gump



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EXT. GUMP HOUSE - NIGHT

Through the windows, Forrest and Jenny are dancing as it rains outside.(Sweet Home Alabama playing)

FORREST (voice-over)

And she even showed me how to dance. And, well, we was like family... Jenny and me.

EXT. HIGHWAY

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Forrest is running along the highway. Forrest runs down a road between field of wheat. A Mountain river. Forrest runs across a cobble-stone bridge. The Rocky Mountains are behind him in distance. Forrest runs through some meadowland. Split rail fences line the road.

FORREST (voice-over)

I'd think a lot about Momma and Bubba, and Lieutenant Dan, but most of all, I thought about Jenny. I thought about her a lot.

EXT. MONUMENT VALLEY

Forrest runs with a group that follows behind him.

FORREST (voice-over)

Anyway, like I was saying, I had a lot of company. My Momma always said you got to put the past behind you before you can move on. And I think that's what my running was all about. I had run for three years, two months, fourteen days, and sixteen hours.

EXT. GUMP HOUSE BALCONY - NIGHT

Forrest looks down the road as he steps onto the porch.

FORREST (voice-over)

But at night time, when there was nothing to do and the house was all empty, I'd always think of Jenny.

(Jenny's image walks, then vanishes. Forrest looks away. He turns and walks into the house.)


Never thought my life would take a Forrest Gumpish turn, it's the nights that are difficult to get through.




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