How Would I Know
April 30, 2007
From Women in the Landscape Series
You say you don’t feel like yourself
Does that mean you’re somebody else
How would I know
Oh you say you just don’t feel quite right today
Does that mean that you’re slipping away
How would I know
You might believe there’s a paradise
In the next hello
How would I know
If you don’t tell me so
If you wanted to go
How would I know
You say you don’t know what you’re doing here
Does that mean you might disappear
How would I know
You might feel that there’s something real
In the next hello
News Flash
April 28, 2007
24 Hours
After the last week, I am convinced that viruses/bacteria are indeed going to take over the planet some day.
And, to think, penecillin, a bacteria, is what is helping me recover.
I would rather snort cedar, but such is life.
Back to the pillows….
Kim
Lush Undergrowth
P.S.Do NOT send chicken soup. I have made 4 types of exceptionally spicy chicken soup since Monday. I was impressed with myself. None the less, I want fucking fajitas, spicy lentils, something besides CHICKEN. So, there.
Blog Resting
April 25, 2007
Leone Bay~Tutuila~American Samoa
{Shh. I hear surf susurrus)
Recently, I chose to remind myself that I am responsible for my own happiness.
I put one foot in front of the other, looked up, and opened my arms.
And, a flood came.
I am having an amazing life these days. I am busy with work but I dine on school nights now with friends, their kids who I love, on weekends I have kids to my house for our “it takes a village” dance. I have never birthed a child. I spend one weekend a month with my “bionic boobhead” friend who finally realizes that she cannot do everything alone.
None of us can.
Maybe this is why:
To be there for those who need me.
To be there for my need of them.
All in love.
I actually allowed myself a little too much in person connectivity. My biology literally requires time alone or my immune system drops. So, garden weekend was “shit am I sick weekend and why can’t the dog make me chicken soup?”
I think, given that I have no bathtub, (which I consider a global crisis), acetaminophen is a fine thing for functionality. See, I had to make the chicken soup!
I am about to let go of teaching, live on even less money, and learn to exercise and be a graduate student. I am scared shitless.
I need to leave Nebraska. I cannot leave; money is not.
I found a program in Colorado with a summer sessions and online work. I have to take 6 credits a term so I can go in debt.
Did I say I am scared shitless?
I thought you would want to know that part.
Time to make curry shrimp and read my trashy fall asleep mystery.
Good resting……
Kim
Women in Landscape
Ghazal
April 12, 2007
Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar
—Laurence Hope
Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell
tonight
before you agonize him in farewell tonight?
Pale hands that once loved me beside the Shalimar:
Whom else from rapture’s road will you expel tonight?
Those “Fabrics of Cashmere—” “to make Me beautiful—”
“Trinket”—to gem—”Me to adorn—How—tell”—tonight?
I beg for haven: Prisons, let open your gates—
A refugee from Belief seeks a cell tonight.
Executioners near the woman at the window.
Damn you, Elijah, I’ll bless Jezebel tonight.
Lord, cried out the idols, Don’t let us be broken,
Only we can convert the infidel tonight.
Has God’s vintage loneliness turned to vinegar?
He’s poured rust into the Sacred Well tonight.
In the heart’s veined temple all statues have been smashed.
No priest in saffron’s left to toll its knell tonight.
He’s freed some fire from ice, in pity for Heaven;
he’s left open—for God—the doors of Hell tonight.
And I, Shahid, only am escaped to tell thee—
God sobs in my arms. Call me Ishmael tonight.
Agha Shahid Ali
From :
The Country Without A Post Office
(W.W. Norton and Co., 1997)
Rebound
This World
April 12, 2007
Hello
This World
in this world,
holding all i am,
alive i await
movement towards
welcoming faith
full love.
lost in daily grinds,
magical moments,
touched only in
continuum,
in my box
i hold trinkets,
crystals of me,
formed eons ago,
told to sparkle
for one
who would seek me
in all my infinitesimal particles.
kimsmith
Women in Nature
Shir Hashirim Chapter One
April 7, 2007
Illusion
The Song of Songs, which is Solomon’s.
“Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth,
for your love is better than wine.
Because of the fragrance of your goodly oils, your
name is ‘oil poured forth.’ Therefore, the maidens loved you.
Draw me, we will run after you; the king brought me
to his chambers. We will rejoice and be glad in you. We will recall your love
more fragrant than wine; they have loved you sincerely.
I am black but comely, O daughters of Jerusalem!
Like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
Do not look upon me [disdainfully] because I am
swarthy, for the sun has gazed upon me; my mother’s sons were incensed against
me; they made me a keeper of the vineyards; my own vineyard I did not keep.
Pilgrimage to India
“If you do not know, O fairest of women, go
your way in the footsteps of the flocks and pasture your kids beside the
shepherds’ dwellings.
At the gathering of the steeds of Pharaoh’s
chariots have I silenced you, my beloved.
Your cheeks are comely with rows, your neck with
necklaces.
We will make you rows of gold with studs of
silver.”
“While the king was still at his table, my
spikenard gave forth its fragrance.
A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me; between my
breasts he shall lie.
A cluster of henna-flowers is my beloved to me, in
the vineyards of Ein-Gedi.”
“Behold, you are comely, my beloved; behold,
you are comely; your eyes are like doves.”
“Behold, you are comely, my beloved, yea
pleasant; also our couch is leafy.
The beams of our houses are cedars; our corridors
are cypresses.”
Nature Study
Nine Things
April 6, 2007
Wynd
It’s night
and a numbered beauty
lapses at the wind,
chortles with the
branches of a tree,
giggles,
Angor Wat Monk in Temple at Buddha’s Feet
plays shadow dance
with a dead kite,
cajoles affection
from falling leaves,
and knows four
other things.
One is the color
of your hair.
Richard Brautigan
Image 24
Happiness
April 5, 2007
I ASKED the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell
me what is happiness.
And I went to famous executives who boss the work of
thousands of men.
They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though
I was trying to fool with them
And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along
the Desplaines river
And I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with
their women and children and a keg of beer and an
accordion.
Carl Sandburg
On The Beach
Bootilicious Boots!
April 3, 2007
Check these babies out!
Garden and mud-luscious mucking here I come!
Woo hoo!
And, I finally learned
that men’s tube socks are not found in sock and hosiery. Jeesh.
Hunting the Tube Sock
by kimsmith.
Be there or be square!
Kim
PS My boots are not nearly this nice or expensive. But then, thes boots are not on my feet. See?
April
Edward Gordon
