Mangia Piu Kale!

no more anatomy of heartache

Wednesday, December 17, 2003

it was cruel that the backdrop to our relationship's death was so lovely and warm. i returned to the States with a perfect tan and a dead heart. I'd have preferred happiness in Siberia.

Wednesday, December 10, 2003

my friend sent this to me a few weeks ago:

I'm afraid I waste the light on the
paintings and on writing these words.

We die. We die rich with lovers and
tribes, tastes we have swallowed,
bodies we have entered and swum up
like rivers, fears we have hidden in
like this wretched cave.

I want all this marked on my body.
We are the real countries, not the
boundaries drawn on maps with the
names of powerful men.

I know you will come and carry me
out into the palace of the winds, the rumors
of water. That's all I've wanted--
to walk in such a place with you, with
friends, on earth without maps.

-Anthony Minghella