If I kiss you will you wake up at last? Like Sleeping Beauty did.
M has been building his family tree. So he found this: Near his grandfather’s village, there was a little town called "Black Hell". As in "where do you come from? "Black Hell".
I am going to see you all at your place in a few hours. I am back, I hope you are still here.
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places
yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds
ee cummings
January 16th, 2007 at 6:34 pm
No kiss needed, just the proximity of your heartbeat is all I require. I’m more awake each day.
I hope no one ever tells M to go “Black to Hell”.
January 16th, 2007 at 6:42 pm
Walter, that’s what happens when people want to go back to their roots. Eventually someone tells them to go to Hell.
I am awake too!
January 16th, 2007 at 11:12 pm
“yes is a world”
love that. where is this world?
been hearing too much no lately
“Black Hell” is probably some ridiculously pretty little village named thusly to keep the tourists away.
January 17th, 2007 at 3:34 am
Hi Chloe, how have you been?
What a lovely poem
Something very cool about belonging to a place called ‘Black Hell’. Do they play heavy metal there
January 17th, 2007 at 4:13 am
I am appalled about the audiobooks! I’ve got to figure out a way to get them too you…
PS: I love ee cummings, your lemon cheesecake and you too!
January 17th, 2007 at 6:21 am
Hmmm…we are must be realted to M in some way, then; haven’t we all been to Black Hell at some point???
I am glad you are back; don’t worry, I will always be here. (But you know that
xoxoxo
Cathy
P.S. I just read Stephe’s theory for the naming of Black Hell; I think she’s probably right! Too funny.
January 17th, 2007 at 7:04 am
Your posts are fabulous
I love the writings of E.E. Cummings.
I hope your Mom lives on for many more years.
Treasure her.
I miss my Mom every single moment of every single day.
Blessings of love and peace and joy and love, sweet love!
Jeanne ^j^
January 17th, 2007 at 12:03 pm
Beautiful post, very personal, very deep, very Chloe
Stupid iPod!
I wanted to do my family tree as well. I think I descend from a portuguese navigator of the 16th century, at least we share a rare name. lol
January 17th, 2007 at 12:40 pm
Great place name! What is it exactly?
January 17th, 2007 at 2:56 pm
black hell. sounds like it should be in west virginia…
i am glad you are back.
mmmmm lemon cheesecake!
January 17th, 2007 at 4:50 pm
I have never ever found this
one by ee!
I adore it!
Glad you are backing with your
sparkling water fairies dancing
…
hugs!
January 17th, 2007 at 4:51 pm
“backing?”
jeeze……………
January 17th, 2007 at 6:12 pm
I always enjoy reading ” your thoughts”
January 17th, 2007 at 6:38 pm
my thought::
I’m not getting enough sleep. (as I struggled through the day.
January 17th, 2007 at 6:55 pm
Hey Chloe
That sucks you can’t play those audiobooks on your ipod. It shouldn’t make any difference that they weren’t bought from Apple. You could try downloading a program called J Hymn that scrubs files so they should be able to be played on any format. Not sure if it’ll work but worth a try.
January 18th, 2007 at 5:31 am
I’m having issues with my new IPod too. It’s lovely to look at in its lovely pinkness but it will not cooperate. I demand more for my (my parents’) money!
P.S. Your blog is very pretty and I would like to eat it
January 18th, 2007 at 8:59 am
I’ve decided to blog most of my random thoughts and it’s proving to be chaos!
You’ve seen the yak post. THAT is my mind! It’s like a parade or something.
January 18th, 2007 at 3:30 pm
I must agree with you with regards to the i-thingies. They are not compatible with anything else and that is a pain in the rear.
Luckily my I-pod was a gift, otherwise I don’t think that I would have bought one for myself..
January 18th, 2007 at 9:21 pm
I can always count on you for thought-provoking and beauty.
January 19th, 2007 at 10:51 am
Chloe,
I found your blog through Voix de Michele and wanted to tell you how absolutely beautiful your photos are. Your blog is delightful.
January 19th, 2007 at 1:27 pm
Sweet.
That’s all I can say.
January 20th, 2007 at 3:32 am
Hey, Chloe.
Hope your weekend is going well.
Take care, hugs, Meow
January 20th, 2007 at 11:58 am
Wow, there is a place called Black Hell?
I think all someone needs is to feel loved to wake up. The mere thought of being loved gives me energy to get thru life.
January 20th, 2007 at 5:05 pm
I know what you mean about your Mum, well of course I don’t know what you mean, but it reminds me of what I would mean if I said it. Does that make sense?
Big hugs to you, Chloe. It’s good to come by and see that you are still here, too.
January 21st, 2007 at 12:21 am
There’s much that’s buried within those roots and the foliage they support and the story told in the wind that passes the leaves.
Great sentiment, pic, and poem.
January 21st, 2007 at 6:22 am
…If I kiss you will you wake up at last? Like Sleeping Beauty did…
Why not? You ‘ll simply have to give it a try
January 21st, 2007 at 11:39 am
thanks chloe, you made me remember how much i love e.e. cummings.:)
January 21st, 2007 at 1:31 pm
Chloe,
First of all that photo stopped my heart…it looks like a question mark.
…such thoughtful musings and a beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing…
Where exactly is Black Hell?
Novel