Monday Loves

I'm reading:
"Zorba the Greek," (Nikos Kazantzakis)

The noise I hear playing over and over in my head:
"Over and Over Again," (Nelly and Tim McGraw)

Latest crush:
India. I rented "The Darjeeling Limited" and loved it. Really, it's quite funny. Owen Wilson's character is great - reminded me of my oldest brother.

A Poem! Because one should always have a poem to read:
"After Love," (Jack Gilbert; The New Yorker, 7/7/2008) -

He is watching the music with his eyes closed.
Hearing the piano like a man moving
through the woods thinking by feeling.
The orchestra up in the trees, the heart below,
step by step. The music hurrying sometimes,
but always returning to quiet, like the man
remembering and hoping. It is a thing in us,
mostly unnoticed. There is somehow a pleasure
in the loss. In the yearning. The pain
going this way and that. Never again.
Never bodied again. Again the never.
Slowly. No undergrowth. Almost leaving.
A humming beauty in the silence.
The having been. Having had. And the man
knowing all of him will come to the end.