No hablo castellano
Neither do I speak Nepalese, yet I felt no shame relying on English in Nepal. But Spanish? It teases with familiarity. Lucho has arranged for his 5-words-of-English father to drive me to la Universidad mañana. We’ll debate the merits of Cesar Vallejo vs Pablo Neruda.
Goodnight:
I’ll play this once, for old time’s sake
Last night I had a dream
it wasn’t about anything
but it made me smile
it made me …
All the faces come and go
talking of the falling snow
All that it can hide
with a city wrapped in white
I wonder if you’re there
can’t see you though I stare
I stare at everything
everything around
I stumble and I fall
it’s all I ever want
I want to fall with you
with you again
All the faces come and go
talking of the falling snow
All that we can hide
with a girl wrapped in white
Maybe I’ll see your face again
across the sea, a glass of gin
In a world so much brighter
wherever you say goodnight
goodnight
Open Window
Somebody opened a window
I don’t know why, it’s cold outside
I think that there’s somebody out there
Could be wrong, but I think they’re trying to get in
I knew them too: the men and women still powerful seventy-five years and twice that and twice that again afterward, still powerful and still dangerous and still coming, North and South and East and West, until the name of what they did and what they died for became just one single word, louder than any thunder. It was America, and it covered all the western earth.
– William Faulkner, “Shall Not Perish”I’ve started to post about the ongoing development work I’m doing for the GATHER project.
Unfolding Complexity is like reading the Sunday Paper — start with a relevant headline over a nice photo, gradually exposing the reader to more information as they unfold the page
– KolleggerAbout me
elemental considerations
