Quality Literature All Round

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I am reading much Haruki Murakami of late.

I lucked out, and got his new one at the library: The colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and his years of pilgrimage. I intend to read that soon.

I couldn’t make it through Kafka on the shore.

But I loved After dark.

I hope to finish Wind-up bird chronicle, my current endeavor.

It all started with a book club that was studying his writing form, in the book Kafka on the shore. I bailed. But yet, I was intrigued and felt challenged to try again.

Having this quest is beset by a slight guiltiness: I HAD signed up for a course online about “What’s New in Children’s Books.” I decided I didn’t have the time to do it, so I dropped it. However I am using all my favorite books from the class to teach my enrichment classes. I am surrounded by really quality literature all around; during the day, and at night.

At night, as I read my own thing, and at school, as I read what I could have been taking a class on; I instead am just using the book list for great teaching suggestions.

I am very impressed with Murakami. He presents an altered universe, one which I sometimes find myself wanting to know more about.

Surrounded by good literature

Surrounded by good literature

pincushion

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The drag from a 7 minute lunch

The push from no breakfast

The thrill of a lesson well taught

The lethargy from last night’s less than good sleep

The knowledge at the end of the day

Hey

We’re lucky

With all the pushes and pulls

Both outer and inner

I feel like a pincushion

I continue to feel the jabs of pain

In living moment to moment

Very carefully

slowly taking the pains

slowly taking the pains

The Crux

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The 

Crux

 

unheard 

but felt

 

so you talk

around it,

feeling

 

enamored of your Love, given and taken.

 

You are gifted with so much

you cannot let yourself down

 

But fear       fear

the pain in the chest

 

the trip over the wire

 

the forgotten dear memories

 

You cannot accept 

the Pain

 

and yet the crux

 

there

 

allows you to remain

 

and you wonder.

 

Could you explain

the transfer between life

and death and the

forgiveness that HAS to 

lie waiting in the interim?

 

Not really.

 

 

To endure like iron

To endure like iron

The crux is everything 

you live for

 

and what you will die for.

Labor Day Dream

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a hand to hold

a hand to hold

I follow my thought
Having no choice but to
Be laid low
Lower than low

And then take a week of work and time to heal
To get back up to
An acceptable thought
An acceptable time

And now I feel time and work
Stretching out from me
Infinitely

And I have hope
Even though I will be laid
Low again

And I have happiness
That not every moment has to be
My worst moment

And I have fortune
That I have friends
Who support me in this venture
Of writing

And the book I’ve been working on
Took a HUGE turn this weekend
And I am reeling

Work
Trauma
Sadness
Joy

All of these elements coexist
To bring me
A life worth living

Letting Go

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At some point
There comes a time
When I cannot order
Any more wedding related
Items on Amazon.

Even if for no other
Reason than the wedding
Precedes any of the speediest shipping.

There comes a time when
I must accept what
The two-years-in-planning
Will provide
For two nights of celebration

I find myself up for
Hours in the middle of the
Night, this week prior to the DAY, puzzling
Over this tumultuous time
Of both
Letting go of one era
And embracing a new me.

Wedding Lament

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With two years’ worth of work and preparation,

 

am I going to discover

 

i am a tattered, unable to socialize mess on the wedding weekend?

 

i feel like this wedding is one more hurdle to overcome, rather than a fun party.

 

Worries that so much could go wrong

 

that I will commit an unrecoverable faux pas!

 

Ach!  I have nerves!

Content

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Is there an end to being

Content to be

 

Is there a beginning

In the fight to stand

On my own

 

Is there a continuation

To my darkest days

 

Somewhere later

When I’m dust

 

I awake

And find

That anger that angst

 

I would be content to be saddled with that.