L'aura del Campo

When to give up ... or not

When do you just give up? When do you tell someone how much they mean? Two short cinquains. Weather here is nippy. Don't you love the special emoticons that Panthera panthera has? ** Image ID #945366 Unavailable **

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███████          L'aura del campo
███████          AUTUMN: 9 Ilm (24 October)
███████          Weather outside: cold and crisp.
███████          Weather inside: okay, but coughing.

'é a lua,  é a lua,  na quintana dos mortos'          
~    Federico García Lorca

Wisdom of giving up

At what point do I just let go? I have gotten this far by clinging on. To hope, to people, to what little I have. In the end very little of this matters. So ... when do I let go? I already warned my therapist that I want to be left alone. (I put it more strongly) How alone do I want to be? I go through the motions. If my hope gives up on me do I go the way of many a writer of the past and just leave? I only stay because of one friend who does not read my blog (I think), who may never know the role he plays.

████████ Cold? Think warm !
████████ Temperature where I am: 30º in the morning.
████████ Weather in Pittsburgh, PA: 34º and snowing.
████████ Weather in San José, Costa Rica: 70º

IMAGES

Dead okra; blooming fragrant tobacco; dead sweet potato in the garden, live sweet potato downtown; orange maple leaves on the lawn.

MY LIFE

Do I go there in detail? Not. I am still coughing ... lots of phlegm. Not getting as much done as I need to.

On Saturday night I read "Speak soft my name", "Climbing sycamores" and "At the Border's café".

Going through the motions. Went to class last night. Wrote another segment towards a novelette. This one was in the young enthusiastic voice of Ume. Next week we do a workshop.

Can I go back to bed now?

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POETRY? YOU CALL THIS POETRY?

Autumn roost

Sparrows
chatter in the pears.
The trees quiver alive.
Green leaves listen, blush to crimson
then glide. [163.395a]

Crossing the Kaw

Cold bridge ...
one careless step.
Pushed by an autumn wind
I could swim this river if I
could swim. [163.395c]

BLOGVILLE

I cannot (will not?) commit to anything other than taking care of myself at the moment. I just don't have the energy.

Have been reading some but not keeping track. Have noticed that a couple of my favorite blogs now need a pass key to enter. Bothers me a bit because there have been times when folks here have been mean to each other.

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