Quiet Desperation

Sunday, May 04, 2003

La Bella Luna

I will write poems and songs here--mostly to the moon--which only speaks Italian, by the way--and a little Spanish. Hmm . . . one night I was singing my own song to the moon in Spanish while walking to my dorm, when a guy walked past (I don't remember who--someone very sensable), and I said, "do you ever feel that the moon only speaks Spanish? That it really can't understand us in any other language? And that it only will hear our songs and poems?" His dark figure stood for a moment, I imagine he was searching for any glimmer of jocularity that would give him hopes for my sanity, but when i failed him, he said something like, "ya, sure--whatever you say, Mary," and walked off--however, deep in his heart of hearts, I know he knew--I know EVERYONE knows, that the moon only speaks in Italian poetry--song will do, and so will French or Spanish, but certainly no other languages, and certainly not prose--just so everyone knows (:

posted by Mary 10:30 PM

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''I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?'' --''Till We Have Faces'' by CS Lewis

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