At the bridge of the failed painter, I stoop and check the sagging timbers before placing one foot, then the other, on this sorry decrepitude. It cracks and pops like a first fleet ship, but the sounds are not ominous; more the rattled wheezing of an invalid friend. I proceed with care,sucking the thumb pricked on its splintery balustrade. Ahead, lies the gate and welltrod path and, branching like spider veins, the merest hints of tracks―overgrown, leading to a wilderness filled with possibilities. I stand and consider. Buttoning my duffel coat—a veteran of the moth wars, I step off the path, and into the weeds.
©L.M.Noonan



dangerous liaisons

dangerous liaisons © L.M.Noonan 2009

duly noted:

         these gestures

         these acts

         these events

the subtleties of language

         impenetrable

         unguessable

elude you

direct you down one way streets

and cul-the-sacs

set you up in blind dates with monsters

have you tasting fugu instead of foie gras

leaves you on worn stoops blackeyed and lost

duly noted:

         stick to what you know

 

I've been flitting from one thing to another--as befits a failed painter.
A bit of painting here, a little sewing there and lots of reading...of other peoples fiction. 
I've read two of the four book Nightwatch series by Sergei Lukyanenko, the first and second having been made into some excellent cinematic viewing.
All of the books were translated into english by my X brother-in-law; Andrew Bromfield.
nite day twilight last

1 comments:

Colette Amelia said...

Oh for the times when I had the concentration and the stick to itness to finish a book...or even be able to read a book in a goodly amount of time that it makes it actually enjoyable to read.

There are so many books that others recomment that I think I should try but then there are four on the go right now in various states of being near finished.

How goes the exibit work? How is the weather? How are you?

23 June 2009 1:48 AM

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