- working at a 4-star italian restaurant and coming home at midnight to a dinner of frozen vegetables and oatmeal. (not sarcasm. i love it.)
- reiteration: riding my bike at night. chicago is so beautiful.
- spending time with intelligent people who challenge the way i think and see the world. and in the process, make me happier to be a small part of it.
- this poem:
'spanish dancer' by r.m.rilke
as in the hand a struck match blazes white
and sends out flicking tongues on every side
before bursting into flame--: in the circle
of packed onlookers, hot, bright, and eager
her round dance begins to flicker and spread out
and all at once it is entirely flame.
with a glance she sets ablaze her hair
and whirls suddenly with daring art
her whole dress into this fiery rapture,
and out of that, like startled snakes,
two naked arms emerge, aroused and rattling.
and then: as if the fire grew tight on her,
she gathers it all up and casts it off
disdainfully, and with imperious demeanor
looks on: it lies there writing on the ground
and keeps on flaming and does not give in--.
but triumphant, serene, and with a sweet
greeting smile she lifts her face
and stamps it out with rock hard little feet.
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