Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Crippled laughs
Fractured past
“The fading things we only know We’ll have forgotten ...
Put away ...
Desires that melted with the snow,
And dreams begotten This to-day
The sudden dawns we laughed to greet, That all could see, that none could share,
Will be but dawns ... and if we meet We shall not care.
Dear ... not one tear will rise for this ... A little while hence
No regret
Will stir for a remembered kiss—
Not even silence, When we’ve met,
Will give old ghosts a waste to roam, Or stir the surface of the sea ...
If gray shapes drift beneath the foam We shall not see.”

"But wisdom passes ... still the years Will feed us wisdom .... Age will go Back to the old—
For all our tears
We shall not know.”

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

The hundred year old man who climbed out the window and disappeared- Jonas jonasson

Finished this book in Taiwan in feb and meant to write a review but procrastinated till now. I really love this book coz there's this wry sense of humor in it and really quite a refreshing read. It reminds me a lot of Forrest Gump-the way it mixes the wildest, unbelievable fiction with real-life events. Allan is the 100 year old man who decided to run away from the nursing home on his birthday for a little adventure. He met a gangster who was rude to him when he was on the run and decided to make off with the dude's suitcase. Lo and behold in it held millions of dough and rather unfortunately,he and another newly made friend of his locked the poor guy in a freezer and forgot about it. The guy died and Allan and his friend had to cover up the murder and run away from the police.... This started a slew of crazy adventures and in between we get a glimpse into Allan's notorious past - dining with Truman, solving the atomic bomb issue, fighting the Spanish war, etc. all very far-fetched but incredibly funny.

We are water- Wally lamb

Got really excited when I saw his book in the library even though I was quite disappointed with his last novel - the hour I first believed. We are water is slightly better than Hour. I think there's this theme running throughout all his novels- broken people, dysfunctional families, etc. his best works are still she's come undone and I know this much is true, which I read more than 10 years ago. We are water talks about the Oh family- Orion, Annie, Andrew, Arienne, and marissa. Andrew and Arienne were twins, Orion a psychologist, Annie an artist, and marissa a struggling actress. I would think Annie was the lead in this novel. Her fractured past (childhood abuse by a cousin) moulded her into a temperamental artist who would take out her anger at the slightest provocation from Andrew,her only son. Guess abusive relationships sow the seeds for later relationships sometimes. Anyway after more than 20 years of marriage, Annie decided that she was gay and married another woman.

Every character in this family was vastly different yet they stayed bound tightly together in love. Guess that's the beauty of family- accepting of each other's flaw coz hey, you don't really have any other choice do you? Can't say I love this book but I still like lamb as a writer and guess will always keep my eyes peeled for his new work.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Terrarium therapy

Made 3 terrariums at one go today. There's something therapeutic in making these things...just hoping the transplants will grow roots and not die on me. Never had a green finger....cept for the very first terrarium I made, which is now vastly overgrown.

Beginning of a storm

I love the beginning of a storm,
When gusts of wind gather the dead leaves
And swirl them around unsuspecting passersby,
When you can feel every molecule of the wind against your skin.
When the skies turn dark
And grey clouds loom so low
That you feel that little closer to the skies.

I love the beginning of a storm,
When thunder rumbles in the distance,
When you can smell the impending rain,
And hear the rustling of the trees.

I love the beginning of a storm
Before that first drop of rain falls
Before the skies break loose
And pours
And people scatter and run
Into their safe hiding places.

Didn't mean for this to be a poem but it turned out to be one anyhow. Stormy day today but it cleared too fast.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Herein lies the rose
Buried deep under the snow
Blood seeped from its thorns
The many hearts it pricked
And turning them cold.