20 Wednesday Sep 2017
Tags
creative writing, heaven, love, mayakovsky, poem, poetry, star
once again once again
i am a star for you
that’s from a russian poem
isn’t it? yes but it comes back
to me over and over again
as my own composition
for somewhere deep within
i see myself as that distant star
appearing in your heaven
always out of reach
yet somehow near
shining just for you
31 Monday Aug 2015
Is it so wrong to stare
at a weathered wooden fence
covered lightly in ivy,
to watch its quivering tracery on the ground,
at the expense of being late?
Is it so wrong to sometimes wish
you could move through time
like an aristocrat in a Russian novel,
to feel like you have all the time
in the world to rise after noon,
take tea, visit the countryside,
and dine close to midnight?
16 Tuesday Dec 2014
Tags
dogs, love, photography, photos, poem, poetry, russian language
For some reason
my dogs like when i speak russian,
like when I say “milaya” and “sobatchka.”
they seem to understand me better
than when i simply say “sweet dog.”
they crawl over on the rug,
dragging their bellies.
they roll onto their backs,
not in submission,
but in overwhelming trust.
so I say, “shto ti delaesh?”
“what are you doing?”
and they answer back
with wide eyes of love.
06 Sunday Oct 2013
Here’s an interesting study I ran across regarding the benefits of reading literary fiction as opposed to popular fiction and nonfiction. I personally have nothing against so-called popular fiction, though I tend to enjoy old classics myself (oh, my goodness, how the lives of Anna Karenina, Vronsky and Levin swallowed me whole) and maybe this is the reason why:
http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2013/10/03/i-know-how-youre-feeling-i-read-chekhov/?_r=3&
