Shmucky ...

Hand swollen. Not surprising. The part behind the palm hurting bad. Amongst others. Weird bad day. (N, thanks for not asking questions and carrying on like nothing had happened). Weird bad time. Hope its over soon.

Promise to see a doc finally. This weekend is IT. For the cold and the back and the shoulder and the hand. Most imp the hand. Cannot imagine not being able to write :-( My horcrux, as I told someone once, is this space where I write. My passion. My love. At some level, an identity in itself, although its scary to give anyone or anything that kinda power. (But then, a blog can't possibly let you down). Urk. What a dark pathetic post this has turned into.

Anyway, won't be writing here a while. So much to say. Elsewhere, but.

Before i leave for a few days, here's a poem the wonderful Mogambo gifted me for my birthday.


I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,
With thanks and love from mine.
Deep thanks to all
Who paused a little near the prison-wall
To hear my music in its louder parts
Ere they went onward, each one to the mart's
Or temple's occupation, beyond call.

But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall
When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's
Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot
To harken what I said between my tears,
Instruct me how to thank thee! Oh, to shoot
My soul's full meaning into future years,
That they should lend it utterance, and salute
Love that endures, from life that disappears!


I pass this on to the people I love. Have loved. In any way. In any context. In any time and place....this, a borrowed piece of art that one friend sent my way and I send yours.

Ciao everyone! I'm seriously and freakishly scared. So pls to pray that my hand is fine soon and there's no bad news.