I turned off the television early today. After LOST. It was the Desmond episode. I am actually going to miss one episode, but I don't think I care too much, since it is because I'll be in London at the time. I might think for a sort moment that LOST is on in Norway at this time, but I don't think I will shed much tears. I am however thinking what the hell is this island. It is getting weird to say the least.
I think I spend to much time with noise around me. Right now, I don't have the tv on nor any music. The only sound is from my computer; a monotone sound that can easily fade into the background. It is strange how thoughts come then. The deeper thoughts at that. There is so much in A new earth. So much information. I am going to buy it in paperback in London. The first day I am there if I can get to a bookstore that day. I just have to make sure that we do Oxford street or something:) I need to have it in bookform so that I am not depended on the computer to be able to read it. I am in chapter seven now. I am going to make sure that it is not just theory this time. The great thing is that it doesn't matter where you are in life or what you do. It just takes anything you believe in to another level, even if you don't believe in anything too. It is great. I really don't think I have ever read anything like it before...
I haven't fuzzed over writing in a long time. I just know I am going to write. That's all I need to know. When the time is right, I will write. Right now, there are other things I need to understand. And I do write bits and pieces now and then, but I don't obsess over it anymore. That is actually a good feeling. I write my morning pages, and whenever I feel like writing. But I don't feel bad for not writing anymore. It is a relief. I wrote some time in March that I wanted to write to the heart, not the mind. Or from the stillness behind the thoughts. I just need to find that in me and when I do, I believe that the words will come. I am changing my thoughts and emotions little by little I guess. Trying to draw my attention to the now whenever I remember it. I find writing the morning pages a good exercise, because my mind tends to wander away from the page. So I try to stay on the page no matter what comes out.
Oh, I found these great thin notebooks yesterday. They were exactly what I was looking for. I wanted to make a London book so to speak, where I can write my morning pages and take notes and stuff. I bought two just in case I get really creative while there. I am going to be gone in ten days, so who knows)) I get to visit a Starbucks now)) If nothing has changed since last time I stayed at Earl's Court, there is a Starbucks just by the train station, and not that far from the hotel I think. Drinking coffee and writing goes great together)))
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Hi, there oh nimph of the narrow, stormy and misty fjords ( whatever the spelling may be)!. This is Ferrerix Australix visiting. Good luck for your voyage to England. You say "we". Are you going with friends?
I have dedicated a couple of posts on http://www.gensferreria.bigblog.com.au/index.do
and
http://wwwgensferreia@blogdpot.com/to a Luthien from Norway and this is making all my readers wonder about Luthien
( do not be concerned as it is purely platonic and a fantasy). I felt like being cheeky and answered-: Look here, she may even be a ten tons Tess addicted to vast vats full of beer dayly, with long yellow tresses, a viking horned-helmet, shield and a long spear she uses to eat sausages with. I hope you have a sense of humour. It would not matter because you appear to be very spiritual and prone to abstraction. I am at the moment engaged in a struggle of verbiage with a fellow called Tim who decided to defend a cheeky, insinuating lady called Diane.Australians are, can be aggressive, but as a Templar, I love it. Good training. Adiue mon chere bimba, bonne fortune pour ton voyage a l'Angleterre. Adiue a ton amis aussis.Do you know French? Ciao.
Send me an e-mail from the U.K. I shall upload it on my blogs.
To Luthien a Norwegian Nymph.
Oh elusive and mysterious nymph
from hyperboreal artic rings
with the sad and apologetic smile that
MonaLisa-like, of Sartre’s the existential wit
complainingly craving that divine essence
that elusively turns -out
miserable human existence to be
whether one of a religious or non-religious
frame of mind structured-with is,
thy smile shows frozen through your
thinly-parted, cheekely-promising, turgid lips
the pearly white of your tiny predatory teeth.
I dream of the desire of thee
when sleep deserts of longings-full
my lonely, tormented bachelor-nights
that vigilantly and expectantly,
always in vain, wait for you.
" Halas!"
I tell myself at times as these
which an eternity to me appear to be,
" What would I do if instead of here
where nights are just
the sevenhundredthirtieth of a year's fraction
were I to be there where
my Luthien abides
a night there lasting half a year?
What would I do
if during the protracted hyperboreal artic nights
had I to pine disconsolately and sigh
for her elusive and evanescent
presence and sight?
I surely would then wish
during such a long-lasting night
that, thus deprived of her sight
from the lack of her I should surely die".
From Ferrerix the Templar, in an unconditional homage to you.
Correction of an error-:
http://wwwgensfererria.blogspot.com/
Sorry but I must have been tired.
Thank you.
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