tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126851330711748036.post5254048633002509215..comments2009-07-07T21:44:32.380-05:00fremeninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09013535647786801095noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126851330711748036.post-78410748709982520282009-07-07T21:44:32.380-05:002009-07-07T21:44:32.380-05:00mmmm...nice words. thanks for sharing them.<br /><br />i hope to explore my love affair with the moon more deeply here, in the months to come...i find it fascinating, this wobbly cycle that moves the salty fluids around our sphere and through our veins... there is something about the constant changing of the moon that brings me back to life, to the act of creating, only to let go. it&#39;s all we can do...<br /><br />gotta run--it&#39;s full tonight, and i&#39;m late for our date, down at the trainyard...fremeninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09013535647786801095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126851330711748036.post-87193682436426990882009-07-06T19:20:57.459-05:002009-07-06T19:20:57.459-05:00just now, having read this post, i realize i have never, not for a second, felt this way about my blood. huh.<br /><br />it&#39;s always been a kind of nuisance. or more recently an indicator of illness, dis-ease. <br /><br />seems like it should be rather an obvious, significant connection to make... i wonder which i made instead. <br /><br /><br />Thetis<br />by Olga Broumas<br /><br />No. I&#39;m not tired, the tide<br />is late tonight, go<br />with your sisters, go<br />sleep, go play.<br />No? Then come<br />closer, sit here, look<br /><br />where we strung the fruit, hammocks<br />of apples, dates, orange peel. Look<br />at the moon<br />lolling between them, indolent<br />as a suckled breast. Do you understand<br /><br />child, how the moon, the tide<br />is our own<br />image? Inland<br />the women call themselves Tidal Pools<br />call their water jars Women, insert<br />sponge and seaweed<br />under each curly, triangular thatch. Well<br /><br />there&#39;s the salt lip, finally<br />drawing back. You must understand<br />everything that caresses you<br /><br />will not be like this<br />moon-bright water, pleasurable, fertile<br />only with mollusks and fish. <br />There are still <br />other fluids, fecund, tail-whipped<br />with seed. There are ways<br />to evade them. Go<br />get a strand<br />of kelp. Fold it, down in your palm<br />like a cup, a hood. Good.<br />Squat down beside me.<br />Facing the moon.conniewonnie13http://www.blogger.com/profile/11728389592513875463noreply@blogger.com