Un homme déserté

"Cat haiku You never feed me. Perhaps I’ll sleep on your face. That will sure show you. You..."

Sat, 23 Aug 2008 04:18:00 -0400

“

*Cat haiku*

You never feed me.
Perhaps I’ll sleep on your face.
That will sure show you.

You must scratch me there!
Yes, above my tail!
Behold, elevator butt.

The rule for today:
Touch my tail, I shred your hand.
New rule tomorrow.

In deep sleep hear sound
cat vomit hairball somewhere
will find in morning.

Grace personified.
I leap into the window.
I meant to do that.

Blur of motion, then —
silence, me, a paper bag.
What is so funny?

The mighty hunter
Returns with gifts of plump birds —
your foot just squashed one.

You’re always typing.
Well, let’s see you ignore my
sitting on your hands.

My small cardboard box.
You cannot see me if I
can just hide my head.

Terrible battle.
I fought for hours. Come and see!
What’s a ‘term paper?’

Small brave carnivores
Kill pine cones and mosquitoes,
Fear vacuum cleaner

I want to be close
to you. Can I fit my head
inside your armpit?

Wanna go outside.
Oh, poop! Help! I got outside!
Let me back inside!

Oh no! Big One
has been trapped by newspaper!
Cat to the rescue!

Humans are so strange.
Mine lies still in bed, then screams;
My claws are not that sharp.

”

- Cat haiku

"Life is not waking up every morning, or simply breathing. It is seeking and living new experiences..."

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 23:00:00 -0400

“Life is not waking up every morning, or simply breathing.
It is seeking and living new experiences every single day.”

- D.Q.

"“And they do not love me and if they do love, then it’s not me. Because you cannot love..."

Tue, 12 Aug 2008 22:59:26 -0400

“

“And they do not love me and if they do love, then it’s not me.

Because you cannot love me selectively.

You cannot love pieces of me.

Because that breaks me.”

”

- My friend Alena aka Simone de Beauvoir.

On the mysteries of men and women

Sun, 10 Aug 2008 00:00:00 -0400

Who’s more complicated, someone asked, men or women?

Here’s my reasoning:

For centuries men have spread the concept that no quest in the universe compares to that of attempting to understand the female mind. That no other thing does a man wishes to accomplish more, and that it might just be the reason of their existence!

At the same time, women have intensively amazed themselves at the simplicity and predictability of the male of the species. All while at the same time trying to understand the meanings and intricacy of their actions; creating a sense of common understanding in society that men are simple creatures and women… well women come from Venus.

But in reality I think we have been fooling ourselves like two adversaries pointing a weapon at each other when neither has ammunition and both know it well.

The truth is, we’re all the same. Complicated, complex and confused. Neither of us really knows what we want of ourselves and to be able to ignore the monster in the room, the monster of our own indecision and uncertainty, we fool ourselves looking for answers as to why what we want from us can’t be found in them.

We spend our lifetime looking for the answer to a question we well know doesn’t even exist and if it did would be impossible to answer: what do men and women want?

Латы (Laty)

Wed, 28 May 2008 22:24:33 -0400

Сердце на месте стоять не хотело
Вырвалось жаждой свободы горя
Сделаны ставки и пущены стрелы
Я дом полны на конце острия
( 2 раза)

Я выковал новые латы, они прочнее прежних.
Они любой неприятельский натиск сдержат.
Новые, свинцовые кастеты в руки,
Пусть только посмеют посмеяться. Суки!
Байки, глазницы, слежение, радары,
Не пустят никого на расстояние удара.
Лязгом гусениц они будут напуганы.
Не пробить броню, броня чугунная.

Шипы остры, опасней прежних
Диверсанту не оставят надежды.
Пусть дрожит земля под триумфальный скрежет
Я сплю лишь иногда, Любовь моя, не оставляй меня.

Иглами пальцы пронзают на пяльцы натянутые холсты.
Время раскачивается в пространстве на скатерти пустоты.

Любовь моя, не оставляй меня…

Сердце на месте стоять не хотело,
Вырвалось жаждой свободы горя.
Сделаны ставки и пущены стрелы,
Я дом полны на конце острия.
(2 раза)

Я не верю в дипломатию, они предатели.
Пытаться договариваться только время тратить
Я отвечу залпом, чтоб медом не казалось,
Чтоб в мыслях им не виделось испытывать мой панцирь
Пусть хоть пикнет кто, но тихо на полмили
Проволока колючая, против танков – мины.
И минуты-годы, а секунды-дни.
Я один в пустыне, любовь моя, не оставляй меня.

Любовь моя, не оставляй меня…

Иглами пальцы пронзают на пяльцы натянутые холсты.
Время раскачивается в пространстве на скатерти пустоты.

Любовь моя, не оставляй меня…

Сердце на месте стоять не хотело,
Вырвалось жаждой свободы горя.
Сделаны ставки и пущены стрелы,
Я дом полны на конце острия.
(2 раза)

The last box

Mon, 12 May 2008 00:00:00 -0400

I wonder if she remembers me as often as I do her.

She was wearing a tight red dress that went to her knees. I was waiting for her in my old car while she sneaked out of her party and gave her parents and guests a lame excuse to be absent a few minutes.

She parked her car next to mine, came around to meet me waiting for her by the rear end of my car. We hugged and I complimented her red dress. She said to sit inside her car, and I said I’d be right there. Meanwhile I opened the back door of my old car and took the big box wrapped in the same color as her dress tied with a white bow.

I sneaked into the passenger’s seat of her car. I don’t remember if I asked her to close her eyes. Although knowing me, I probably did.

I placed the box on her lap and she opened her eyes, excited and happy to see such a nicely wrapped gift. She said I gave the best presents ever. That no one ever took such care to put fancy wrappers and bows.

She opened it. Tried to be careful with the wrapper but soon lost patience to see what inside the now naked white box.

After a few wrapping foam peanuts fell out, the black, sleek and shiny board came out and she already knew what it was even though she hadn’t unwrapped the -also- red cups and teapot still inside the box. She awed and leaned over to kiss me. I said “happy birthday” again. She was twenty-two that night.

After unwrapping all of it and putting it back in the box, we said goodbye, hugged and I stepped out of the car. She feared her parents and guest would question her on where and with whom she was for those fifteen minutes or so she spent with me.

I stayed inside my car for a few minutes after she left, glad that after many tries and so long I had finally given her a present she was glad I did and liked. But knowing -already- that it was most likely the last one I’d have a chance to give her. It was bittersweet. I had finally done it! But it was too late anyway. By next month it would be over.

It seems like so long ago, but it was less than eleven months ago today. Even though I do my best not to think of her, and try my best to occupy my thoughts on other things, there is still not a day that goes by when I don’t think of her. Be it with longing, love, resentment or humor. I still do.

"My great grandfather said: “I once had the desire to buy a house but didn’t have the..."

Tue, 22 Apr 2008 15:30:00 -0400

“

My great grandfather said:

“I once had the desire to buy a house but didn’t have the opportunity. I always had an opportunity to buy a goat, but didn’t have the desire. So lets all drink so that our desires always meet our opportunities.”

”

- Russian toast

"As she came, she went. Never heard of her again."

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 01:13:10 -0400

“As she came, she went.
Never heard of her again.”

- D.Q.

"I don’t know your voice I don’t know your thoughts You’re so far away Yet I feel..."

Sun, 30 Mar 2008 05:27:00 -0400

“I don’t know your voice
I don’t know your thoughts
You’re so far away
Yet I feel you close
I don’t know of life
I don’t know of love
Yet because of you
My heart beats once more”

- D.Q.

Photo

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 15:05:03 -0400

"Don’t fall for me. I’m overrated."

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 14:46:36 -0400

“

Don’t fall for me.

I’m overrated.

”

- D.Q.

"Only in my dreams You’re not too far away from me I woke up alone."

Mon, 17 Mar 2008 16:03:33 -0400

“

Only in my dreams

You’re not too far away from me

I woke up alone.

”

- D.Q.

"A lion stares at me Tells me to have courage It must taste good."

Sat, 15 Mar 2008 18:32:00 -0400

“

A lion stares at me

Tells me to have courage

It must taste good.

”

- D.Q.

"Three point one Four et cetera…"

Fri, 14 Mar 2008 01:33:41 -0400

“

Three point one

Four

et cetera…

”

- Tricia for Pi day.

"Si quieres doler, Yo no te culpo. Si quieres llorar, No sufras más. Yo sólo quiero quererte, Que..."

Thu, 13 Mar 2008 12:07:00 -0400

“

Si quieres doler,
Yo no te culpo.

Si quieres llorar,
No sufras más.

Yo sólo quiero quererte,
Que tus heridas ya no sangren más.

Y tomarte de las manos,
Sentir que vives en felicidad.

No llores más, mi ángel.
No llores más, mi amor.
No llores más, te amo.
No llores más.

”

- D.Q. for Angelita

"Declare independence Don’t let them do that you Raise your flag, higher!"

Wed, 12 Mar 2008 20:51:51 -0400

“

Declare independence

Don’t let them do that you

Raise your flag, higher!

”

- Björk

"Some people write poetry Some can’t write it at all, yet Definitely believe they can."

Wed, 12 Mar 2008 02:18:00 -0400

“

Some people write poetry

Some can’t write it at all, yet

Definitely believe they can.

”

- D.Q.

"Running I saw you Twice you smiled at me that night I didn’t see you again."

Wed, 12 Mar 2008 01:47:40 -0400

“

Running I saw you

Twice you smiled at me that night

I didn’t see you again.

”

- D.Q.

"For long I loved you For little I’ve missed you My wounds are healing, chatonne."

Wed, 12 Mar 2008 01:11:00 -0400

“

For long I loved you

For little I’ve missed you

My wounds are healing, chatonne.

”

- D.Q.

"Your pain few understand Estrange love it makes me feel All I could say was ‘dot’"

Tue, 11 Mar 2008 19:12:00 -0400

“

Your pain few understand

Estrange love it makes me feel

All I could say was ‘dot’

”

- D.Q.

Un homme déserté

"*Cat haiku* You never feed me. Perhaps I’ll sleep on your face. That will sure show you. You..."

"Life is not waking up every morning, or simply breathing. It is seeking and living new experiences..."

"“And they do not love me and if they do love, then it’s not me. Because you cannot love..."

On the mysteries of men and women

Латы (Laty)

The last box

"My great grandfather said: “I once had the desire to buy a house but didn’t have the..."

"As she came, she went. Never heard of her again."

"I don’t know your voice I don’t know your thoughts You’re so far away Yet I feel..."

Photo

"Don’t fall for me. I’m overrated."

"Only in my dreams You’re not too far away from me I woke up alone."

"A lion stares at me Tells me to have courage It must taste good."

"Three point one Four et cetera…"

"Si quieres doler, Yo no te culpo. Si quieres llorar, No sufras más. Yo sólo quiero quererte, Que..."

"Declare independence Don’t let them do that you Raise your flag, higher!"

"Some people write poetry Some can’t write it at all, yet Definitely believe they can."

"Running I saw you Twice you smiled at me that night I didn’t see you again."

"For long I loved you For little I’ve missed you My wounds are healing, chatonne."

"Your pain few understand Estrange love it makes me feel All I could say was ‘dot’"

"Cat haiku You never feed me. Perhaps I’ll sleep on your face. That will sure show you. You..."