Saturday, July 12, 2008

shoot.

should have written a few days back: delirious as i was with one shot of the romance of europe, the hike to the heart-achingly elegant remains of the p e r f e c t accropolis in the settling day - someone out of nowhere playing my favorite piece of music: bach's unaccompanied cello sonata ...(which: someone take note - should be played at my wedding or my funeral - one of which I should at some point be able to manage) lovely, satisfied people all about - always with the very young and the very old every bit as much a part of all that happens in a cicada-buzzing, drifting breezed, langourous, privileged day.

all the perfection i've had such fortunate over-exposure to. familiar with the olive trees, the rocks stacked THAT way. ... spoiled girl.

(athens is fantastic now. white and gleaming. wish i was still there).

But now, the less than glamourous side of international travel. could i seriously be back here in the same damn internet cafe in chios? the same perenially smoking teenagers shouting video game scores at eachother in...yes. i'm here. in greek (which is actually just a gorgeous language ----outside of internet bars). won't write of our weird and uncomfortable predicament here. very unpleasant. and - for all its drama - or because of it --very dull.

and the days with the Swede's (sp?)- the still-trim wives and attentive, sexy husbands, the beautiful sons doing cannonballs, noticing me only as an object not to land on while canonballing and shouting to someone else whatever is appropriate to shout in Swedish while canonballing. they all seem to know it. it's greek to me.

would have to say, I've been happier.

on the other hand, it's getting on towards evening by the bay. my hair is getting tossed by the wind from Turkey. I have a little buzz and something to bitch about from a greek island. (which I really do, but I'll wait and see how it plays out).

was reading Buddhist wisdoms today. a bit about a flower that bloomed after another had perished in an earlier frost.
question: same flower?

i am not the same.
no.
but i'm not different either.

(i do want to club this shoutingsmokeyguy next to me though. is that wrong?)