Newsletter 6/2/22

Chapter two. just a few lines of narrative. “The Moon Palace”

The narrative: The mother and the father were very concerned that the daughter did not have a young man in her life, and they wondered what would become of them in their old age. 

The daughter for her part did not seem interested in the young men that were around the village, in fact, she found them quite stupid and generally unattractive. 

There is so much as a commentary on our culture and lives right now if we take the story out of the village and into our world. It is however difficult not to get completely sidetracked away from the Narrative, anyway, it is coming but not this week.

Here is a poem to go on with till I finish Chapter two of The Mood Palace.

If you feel motivated leave a comment or an objection, ask a question.

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.

Last night as I slept,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that it was God I had
here inside my heart. Antonio Machado Translated by R. Bly