We Are Items

[PrinceMyshkin]

We are items on a list
that God keeps
meaning to make.

[ampoule]

But he knows my name and every hair on my head...but what about those I just left in my hairbrush...and surely he is the only one who knows how many freckles I have. :D Those silly men, always trying to count them.

Interesting, so interesting as always, Dear Prince.

[PrinceMyshkin]

But he knows my name and every hair on my head...but what about those I just left in my hairbrush...and surely he is the only one who knows how many freckles I have. :D Those silly men, always trying to count them.

Interesting, so interesting as always, Dear Prince.

Yes, that is how I imagine some of you imagine it and that he has designed every snow-flake, unique from every other, and assigned it its unique place in history and geography.

Speaking of those silly men, when my darling three-ish year old daughter was on her way to Paris with her Mom and brothers I embraced her at the airport and admonished her not to lose any of her freckles. In Paris someone asked her if her father would recognize her on her return and she said Yes, he would count her freckles!

[goldenrod]

I keep thinking that, if I ever get inked in on that list, it will because He has concluded a trade with the devil, for a left-handed pitcher and one other choice, to be decided later...

goldenrod.

[Sweets America]

Interesting one, as usual. :) I am glad not to be on any list made by God.

[firefangled]

When She finally remembers to put me on the list and does, when She's not looking I erase myself...it drives Her crazy.

This poem is Rilkeish.

[PrinceMyshkin]

When She finally remembers to put me on the list and does, when She's not looking I erase myself...it drives Her crazy.

This poem is Rilkeish.

Do you Rilke? Still? I used to Rilke, in fact I could recite much of

"Wer, wenn ich schriee, hörte mich denn aus der Engel Ordnungen?"
and what follows it by heart in something that sounded (I flattered myself) like German, but I don't much Rilke anymore.

[firefangled]

Do you Rilke? Still? I used to Rilke, in fact I could recite much of

"Wer, wenn ich schriee, hörte mich denn aus der Engel Ordnungen?"
and what follows it by heart in something that sounded (I flattered myself) like German, but I don't much Rilke anymore.

Cool, we should do Munch.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Cool, we should do Munch.

Am busy for Munch. Van Gogh out for a beer with me instead?

[symphony]

Oh i love Rilke-ing! But since my knowledge on that language sticks to a "ich liebe du" (if thats how they spell it) from a german guy, i Rilke through Leishman. :p

Interesting poem, Uncle Jer.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Oh i love Rilke-ing! But since my knowledge on that language sticks to a "ich liebe du" (if thats how they spell it) from a german guy, i Rilke through Leishman. :p

Interesting poem, Uncle Jer.

Rilke me no Rilkes
but sing me another song,
please, in the key
of symphony!

[symphony]

Rilke me no Rilkes
but sing me another song,
please, in the key
of symphony!

:D Funny how that inevitably brought into my mind a line from good ole Rilke's (no, erm, Leishman's?) :
Shatter me, music, with rhythmical fury!

[blazeofglory]

We are items on a list
that God keeps
meaning to make.


This is tantalizing and ensnaring. I got absorbed.