Posts Tagged ‘futility’
A hundred years ago a clock stopped and its hands show the same hour and minute to the city forever. In the back of a stone house there is a crack in the window and a plaque beneath it reads the hour and minute of the damage. The moment you fall in love. They say [...]
Have you ever met an old ex-pat in a foreign country, a refugee of lost love and a prospector of new chases? I am trying new forms. I am thinking of dropping computer type for handwriting. I am going to work on this for the next few episodes, and see where it goes.
I have not yet learned to sleep through the call to prayer
by Somerled on January 7, 2011 at 7:53 amI have not yet learned how to sleep through the call to prayer. It carries over the rooftops, ten thousand loudspeakers just out of sync, a rondo of monophonic voices that sweeps me into the seventh century. The call is both far and close; it is, like the Southern Cross, a whisper from another time. [...]
Your window faced mine that summer, and every night we passed each other notes across the narrow alley. We were four stories above what used to be a canal. The buildings still lean in, as if they would crash together without the buttresses. The first time I saw you, you were tossing origami flowers, doves, [...]
Are all of your new year’s resolutions equally ambitious, or is there a large gap between your biggest ever and your smallest ever?