How to be Alone

HOW TO BE ALONE by Tanya Davis

If you are at first lonely, be patient. If you’ve not been alone much, or if when you were, you weren’t okay with it, then just wait. You’ll find it’s fine to be alone once you’re embracing it.

We could start with the acceptable places, the bathroom, the coffee shop, the library. Where you can stall and read the paper, where you can get your caffeine fix and sit and stay there. Where you can browse the stacks and smell the books. You’re not supposed to talk much anyway so it’s safe there.

There’s also the gym. If you’re shy you could hang out with yourself in mirrors, you could put headphones in (guitar stroke).

And there’s public transportation, because we all gotta go places.

And there’s prayer and meditation. No one will think less if you’re hanging with your breath seeking peace and salvation.

Start simple. Things you may have previously (electric guitar plucking) based on your avoid being alone principals.

The lunch counter. Where you will be surrounded by chow-downers. Employees who only have an hour and their spouses work across town and so they — like you — will be alone.

Resist the urge to hang out with your cell phone.

When you are comfortable with eat lunch and run, take yourself out for dinner. A restaurant with linen and silverware. You’re no less intriguing a person when you’re eating solo dessert to cleaning the whipped cream from the dish with your finger. In fact some people at full tables will wish they were where you were.

Go to the movies. Where it is dark and soothing. Alone in your seat amidst a fleeting community.
And then, take yourself out dancing to a club where no one knows you. Stand on the outside of the floor till the lights convince you more and more and the music shows you. Dance like no one’s watching…because, they’re probably not. And, if they are, assume it is with best of human intentions. The way bodies move genuinely to beats is, after all, gorgeous and affecting. Dance until you’re sweating, and beads of perspiration remind you of life’s best things, down your back like a brook of blessings.

Go to the woods alone, and the trees and squirrels will watch for you.
Go to an unfamiliar city, roam the streets, there’re always statues to talk to and benches made for sitting give strangers a shared existence if only for a minute and these moments can be so uplifting and the conversations you get in by sitting alone on benches might’ve never happened had you not been there by yourself

Society is afraid of alonedom, like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements, like people must have problems if, after a while, nobody is dating them. but lonely is a freedom that breaths easy and weightless and lonely is healing if you make it.

You could stand, swathed by groups and mobs or hold hands with your partner, look both further and farther for the endless quest for company. But no one’s in your head and by the time you translate your thoughts, some essence of them may be lost or perhaps it is just kept.

Perhaps in the interest of loving oneself, perhaps all those sappy slogans from preschool over to high school’s groaning were tokens for holding the lonely at bay. Cuz if you’re happy in your head than solitude is blessed and alone is okay.

It’s okay if no one believes like you. All experience is unique, no one has the same synapses, can’t think like you, for this be releived, keeps things interesting lifes magic things in reach.

And it doesn’t mean you’re not connected, that communitie’s not present, just take the perspective you get from being one person in one head and feel the effects of it. take silence and respect it. if you have an art that needs a practice, stop neglecting it. if your family doesn’t get you, or religious sect is not meant for you, don’t obsess about it.

you could be in an instant surrounded if you needed it
If your heart is bleeding make the best of it
There is heat in freezing, be a testament.

Divorcio

Estimada Cristina:

Ayer recibí una misiva de tu abogado donde me invitaba a enumerar los bienes comunes, con el fin de comenzar el proceso de disolución de nuestro vínculo matrimonial. A continuación te remito dicha lista, para que puedas solicitar la certificación al Notario y tener listos todos los escritos antes de la comparecencia ante el tribunal.

Como verás, he dividido la lista en dos partes. Básicamente, un apartado con las cosas de nuestros cinco ańos de matrimonio con las que me gustaría quedarme y otra con las que te puedes quedar tú. Para cualquier duda o comentario, ya sabes que puedes llamarme al teléfono de la oficina (de ocho a cuatro) o al móvil (hasta las once) y estaré encantado de repasar la lista contigo.

COSAS QUE DESEO CONSERVAR:

• -La carne de gallina que salpicó mis antebrazos cuando te vi por primera vez en la oficina.
• El leve rastro de perfume que quedó flotando en el ascensor una mańana, cuando te bajaste en la segunda planta, y yo aún no me atrevía a dirigirte la palabra.
• El movimiento de cabeza con el que aceptaste mi invitación a cenar.
• La mancha de rimel que dejaste en mi almohada la noche que por fin dormimos juntos.
• La promesa de que yo sería el único que besaría la constelación de pecas de tu pecho.
• El mordisco que dejé en tu hombro y tuviste que disimular con maquillaje porque tu vestido de novia tenía un escote de palabra de honor.
• Las gotas de lluvia que se enredaron en tu pelo durante nuestra luna de miel en Londres.
• Todas las horas que pasamos mirándonos, besándonos, hablando y tocándonos. (También las horas que pasé simplemente sońando o pensando en ti).

COSAS QUE PUEDES CONSERVAR TÚ:

• Los silencios.
• Aquellos besos tibios y emponzońados, cuyo ingrediente principal era la rutina.
• El sabor acre de los insultos y reproches.
• La sensación de angustia al estirar la mano por la noche para descubrir que tu lado de la cama estaba vacío.
• El cosquilleo de mi sangre pudriéndose cada vez que te encerrabas en el bańo a hablar por teléfono con él.
• Jorge y Cecilia… Los nombres que nos gustaban para los hijos que nunca llegamos a tener.

Con respecto al resto de objetos que hemos adquirido y compartido durante nuestro matrimonio (el coche, la casa, etc) solo comunicarte que puedes quedártelos todos. Al fin y al cabo sólo son eso: objetos. Por último, recordarte el numero de teléfono de mi abogado, para que tu letrado pueda contactar con él y ambos se ocupen de presentar el escrito de divorcio para ratificar nuestro convencimiento.

Afectuosamente, Roberto.

Dallas Clayton

Mici poezii delicioase, asortate cu desene copilaresti, pe un fond albastru ca cerul. Mie imi da o senzatie dulce ce copilarie fericita, nostalgie si priviri potrivite. (Desi e mai mult de atat). Probabil aunt doar vieti. Dallas Clayton.

In his words:

HELLO MY NAME IS DALLAS CLAYTON

This is all you need to know to understand what goes on here :
I try to make things that are beautiful.
Sometimes these things are written down.
Sometimes they are drawn.
Sometimes they are wrapped and plastic and sold in important stores
for more money than they cost to manufacture.

Did I mention he wrote An Awesome Book?

Celei care pleaca

Ion Minulescu este unul dintre poetii mei preferati. Iar poezia de mai jos este una dintre cele mai iubite:

Celei care pleacă

Tu crezi c-a fost iubire-adevărată…
Eu cred c-a fost o scurtă nebunie…
Dar ce anume-a fost,
Ce-am vrut să fie
Noi nu vom şti-o poate niciodată…

A fost un vis trăit pe-un ţărm de mare.
Un cântec trist, adus din alte ţări
De nişte pasări albe – călătoare
Pe-albastrul răzvrătit al altor mări
Un cântec trist, adus de marinarii
Sosiţi din Boston,
Norfolk
Şi New York,
Un cântec trist, ce-l cântă-ades pescarii
Când pleacă-n larg şi nu se mai întorc.
Şi-a fost refrenul unor triolete
Cu care-alt’dată un poet din Nord,
Pe marginile albului fiord,
Cerşea iubirea blondelor cochete…

A fost un vis,
Un vers,
O melodie,
Ce n-am cântat-o, poate, niciodată…
Tu crezi c-a fost iubire-adevărată?…
Eu cred c-a fost o scurtă nebunie!

Mai multe poezii de-ale lui puteti citi aici. Si pe acelasi site, romanianvoice.com, puteti citi mult mai multi autori.

te plimb prin parisul meu, să-l iubeşti

te plimb prin parisul meu, să-l iubeşti

poate
fără noi, rătăciţii, frumuseţea se strecoară pe marile bulevarde
acolo nu e caniculă, oamenii nu trag de umbra lor cu vinovăţie
jardinierele sunt încă înflorite, cum pumnii mei când strâng bulbi
din ce ne-a fost dat să iubim

ştii
niciun fluviu nu are prea multe poduri pentru dragoste, nici frumuseţea
nu ar mai putea să smulgă zăbrelele de la fereastră şi să ţâşnească
din stern, pasăre zănatecă şi ea
dar marile bulevarde cunosc poveştile astea imposibile, ele simt tălpile
îndrăgostite, simt mirosul arşiţei prin rochia de mătase
şi aduc sfârşituri mai blânde

noi
nu suntem buni pentru tragedii monamour, noi ne îmbrăţişăm
de la un capăt al podului la celălalt până se sparg statuile pestriţe
râdem, râdem şi nu mai vorbim
despre cât de urâtă a fost traversarea, cât de amară gura de apă
fiindcă fluviile înghit totul, rămânem înlănţuiţi, fără nici cea mai mică
intenţie de aruncare în gol

nu
nici sinuciderea nu ne izbeşte frumuseţea de ponton, nici
cancerul, nici ochii trişti ai copiilor bătuţi
suntem indecenţi, îţi spuneam înainte să pleci, suntem goi
egoişti, orbi la durerile negre
le-am trăit, le-am ars pe-ale celor ce ne-au născut
ne-am iubit printre ele cum se iubesc alţii verile prin fân

poate
de aceea când serile se-nvârt în locul tău, printre coastele mele
îşi face culcuş un adam închipuit şi îmi este dor, atât

Poezia de aici. Si mai multe, tot acolo.