21 January 2012

from Chekov's About Love (1898)

I understood that when you love you must either, in your reasonings about that love, start from what is highest, from what is more important than happiness or unhappiness, sin or virtue in their accepted meaning, or you must not reason at all.

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5 January 2012

Still life with objects from my aunt's house

Embroidery of Jesus: Byzantine folds, shining Oaxacan heart. Rococo bedspread, fake bronze statues of angels, pictures of blonde, blue eyed cherubs. Photographs of wedding days from the late ’60s to 2005. Romance novels and MegaCorp, Danielle Steel and The Little Book of Calm. Locked drawers, labelled medicine cabinet (antibiotics, anti-anxiety meds, pain killers, sleep aids). Defunct fax machine, ornate light fixtures, misaligned ceiling moulding, mechanical reindeer, racially diverse wise men. Soduko, crosswords, laptop tables, a collection of lighters, raw cauliflower heads in a bowl. Gifts from a colleague, gifts from a mad girl, gifts from a maiden aunt. Scented sachets, drawer liners, secrets to wrinkle free skin. Three hairdryers, eight Christmas guests, two packs of Silk Cut Silver, one pack of Kent, one pouch of Golden Virginia, Kleenex, Vicks, Flake, four remote controls. A half eaten orange, three cups of water, crocheted doilies, chew toy, knitting needles, rogue decorative bauble.