Note: Thank you for your enthusiasm about my Pecan and Coconut Friands with Raspberries! However, I accidentally wrote 2 instead of 4 egg whites when the post went live (I’ve since corrected it). If you make the friands, do use 4 egg whites.
Sometimes, when I find myself longing to breathe in beauty, I turn to Pablo Neruda. More often than not, I’ll close my eyes and whisper through my favourite poem, which I posted an excerpt of here. Today, though, I found a new (to me) Neruda poem that tied in so perfectly with my last post that I couldn’t resist posting its beginning and end for you:
A Callarse/Keeping Quiet
Poem by Pablo Neruda, translation by Stephen Mitchell
Now we will all count to twelve
and we will all keep still.
This one time upon the earth,
let’s not speak any language,
let’s stop for one second,
and not move our arms so much.
It would be a delicious moment,
without hurry, without locomotives,
all of us would be together
in a sudden uneasiness.
If we weren’t unanimous
about keeping our lives so much in motion,
if we could perhaps do nothing for once,
perhaps a great silence would interrupt this sadness,
this never understanding ourselves
and threatening ourselves with death,
perhaps the earth is teaching us
when everything seems to be dead
and everything is alive.
Now I will count to twelve
and you keep quiet and I’ll go.
On a lighter note, I got my hair cut this week, although those of you who follow me on Facebook would know that my true thrill lay in the shampoo-massage and hair-straightening aspects of the appointment.
When I got home, I acted like a thirteen year old girl and screamed over One Direction (what is this One Direction thing I don’t understand no seriously what I’m so confused they came from nowhere I’m so old) tried to take stupid photos of my hair in my bedroom.
Soon after, my housemate generously offered to take a photo for me. Hence you have the honour of seeing not only two photos of my stupid hair, but also what my face looks like when I feel embarrassed about taking photos of my stupid hair.
It wasn’t. Instead, it burned my mouth in a strange way, and after several (admittedly enormous) bites my tongue went a little bit numb. Yay?
P.S. I nibbled on this at Bookplate with Deb and Christina from gospel.
P.P.S. I like Deb and Christina very much.
P.S. It’s super expensive and low in protein though. Boo.
I very much liked this nut bar from the parcel Vien sent me. The nuts were fresh and crisp, and the bar not too sweet despite being held together with a honey syrup.
Also, I’m terrified of how short my hair is going to be once it gets wet and curls up again.
And that’s more than enough out of me for one day.
Question Time: Do you have a favourite poem or poet? I’d love to hear!