Archive | november 2012

Girl without Hands

Walking through the ruins
on your way to work
that do not look like ruins
with the sunlight pouring over
the seen world
like hail or melted
silver, that bright
and magnificent, each leaf
and stone quickened and specific in it,
and you can’t hold it,
you can’t hold any of it. Distance surrounds you,
marked out by the ends of your arms
when they are stretched to their fullest.

You can walk no further than this,
you think, walking forward,
pushing the distance in front of you
like a metal cart on wheels
with its barriers and horizontals.

Appearance melts away from you,
the offices and pyramids
on the horizon shimmer and cease.
No one can enter that circle
you have made, that clean circle
of dead space you have made
and stay inside,
mourning because it is clean.

Then there’s the girl, in the white dress,
meaning purity, or the failure
to be any colour. She has no hands, it’s true.
The scream that happened to the air
when they were taken off
surrounds her now like an aureole
of hot sand, of no sound.
Everything has bled out of her.

Only a girl like this
can know what’s happened to you.
If she were here she would
reach out her arms towards
you now, and touch you
with her absent hands
and you would feel nothing, but you would be
touched all the same.

– Margaret Atwood

Annonser

Sötaste Leo

Master Leo är här varje helg. Det är en bra uppdelning. Man äger hund men har ändå hundfria dagar. Han gör oss glad och vi får härliga promenader. Om man fick önska något, så önskar vi bättre väder. Men Leo är lika glad oavsett väder. Det piggar upp.

Leo

Leo & råttan

Leo & gosig råtta

Längtan

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Imorgon är det dags att gå på Awards Night. Det är trevligt och man ser fram emot det. Jag längtar lite. Mer än vanligt uppmärksammar man då glada och fina hårt arbetande kollegor.

Det ska bli kul och jag ser fram emot att få min stege – min första stege! Jag kommer att fira detta med ett öppet hus hemma i Hem Ljuva Hem. Kul! Ja, lite fotboll och sen dags att slipa på findetaljerna.