Saturday, August 23

public alley - do not enter

I have no words right now, my brain sort of shut down. Maybe I should copy and paste a poem by Rilke, one of my favorites. But on the other hand, that doesn't do the trick either. You know him all so well already. Why waste this space to make something known that is already part of your collection?

This would be similar to an examination of a suitcase before you travel abroad, the toothpaste often missing. No big deal.

So yes, my wife, who insisted to take bagels along for the trip leaving Boston - came back yesterday. That is glorious. She made it forth and back to Europe in one piece. Good for her! My daughter on the other hand is still amiss, vanished with a brilliant renegade poet. Oh, life can be so interesting, scrupulous and sweet, when you are young!


Why is this post called "Public alley - do not enter"? Beats me, just enlarge the second picture - and it will dawn on you.

But, I am still worried also about the Brit's and their obsessions. Their recent verbal actions only stickle conflict in Georgia - not calm it down, by no means.
So this is politics again, we'll leave that for now.

For now, we will all enjoy the last days of summer, at least in the Northern Hemisphere.
Be well as always - Zee.

9 comments:

Seraphine said...

Running off with a poet! Sorry, a renegade poet. There can be no sweeter adventure than being young and associating with renegades and vagabonds.

Out of the rolling ocean, thecrowd, came a drop gently to me,
Whispering, I love you, before long I die,
I have travel’d a long way, merely to look on you, to touch you,
For I could not die till I once look’d on you,
For I fear’d I might afterward lose you.

Walt Whitman, Out of the Rolling Ocean, the Crowd

Whitman was a New Yorker, although he had also visited Boston in his lifetime. He claimed six illigitimate children. Some might have considered him a renegade poet also.

Ahh, but this isn't about your daughter, or the poet or Whitman. It's about you. But Zee, nobody blogs about missing toothpaste. Nobody's brain shuts down over mispacking personal care items or bringing home bagels. But I can't decide, whether you simply miss your beautiful daughter, or worry about her. I think you worry.

Georgia is merely being true to her history. As is Russia, as is Britain, as are the Americans.

Life is a drama that plays out despite a father's concern. She was raised on Rilke, so she knows her life already, even if not the details. She has her story as it unfolds. The details are her surprise.

That is my window. Just now
I have so softly wakened.
I thought that I would float.
How far does my life reach,
and where does the night begin

Rainer Rilke, Woman in Love

Zee said...

I am a little bit overwhelmed by you Seraphine, it is almost as if you know me - scary stuff.
My sarcasm, my emotions, and even my wit are blown away by the simple movements of a silk scarf while you hold that thing on a pole.
I do not worry too much about my daughter, she is in good hands (the renegade poet has integrity).
But the poems you posted made me cry, you mischievous designer you!

scaramouche jones said...

Street signs: gotta love irony :)

Zee said...

Scaramouche -
there are tons of more of these unbelievable street signs in this part of the world - but this one wasn't taken intentionally for that particular reason, the picture that is. It only dawned on me after the fact...

Aggie said...

Thanks for the visit. Yes, I am in the North Island of New Zealand ... in Auckland.
A renegade poet huh? Is your daughter a wordsmith too?

Zee said...

My daughter can be quite "wordy" when it comes to me, Aggie. Sometimes it even sounds a bit loud. So be it.
She is brilliant though, her written words doest stick to paper well!
Auckland ha, only flew into that place, then took a small plane to Napier on the east coast, explored the far North, the original forest, the hundred mile beach and so on...
I was on a rescue mission when I was there; next time I will come for pleasure only.

Gary said...

I'd like some Rilke just about now pal. Post anything you'd like from the lover poet.

Ingrid said...

Zee..you have not often mentioned your wife. Is this the same lady who's painted toenails you took a pic of and posted? Why I remember don't ask, I don't paint my toe or any nails. (I should though)

she looks more petite than in the previous pictures. How long was she away in Europe for?(I had an image of her being taller, it's all relative I'm sure)

Ingrid

Zee said...

Sorry Ingrid, it is an optical flaw.
My daughter stands on a pretty high curb. My wife is actually taller than her. I haven't measured her lately, but I guess she is around 5' 6''