luffe

civilized seduction

I walked the path
'Cause it was paved
The grass dare not intrude

The blades were short
The colors, dim
The lines all stiff and crude

Seduction is
So civilized
Each social, structured part

But I diverged
Across the field
In search of soul and heart

blurred

I love May - it makes me think of freezing cold fresh lake water and going up north. I can't wait to step into Kabekona with my pants rolled up to my knees and pretend like I never have to leave...

The reality of leaving DK is slowly starting to hit me, and it doesn't seem possible that on one particular Sunday not far from now I will board a plane and just "arrive" in MN. My concept of home has been permanently blurred.

Today is saturated with a cool rain and greens so brilliant it might as well be staged. My window is cracked and the quiet satisfaction of another day has settled beneath the airy, gray sky.

sparks

London. Big Ben announcing noon on Peter Pan's magic clock. Second star to the right and morning is over, the sun is high in the sky and I wish I had some fairy dust to enjoy the view. I nod toward the Eye that keeps a close watch on the Thames, following the rubbish--eating--current that flows through the heart of the city.

Old streets, heavy feet, dates that boggle my mind. Energy, smog, double decker expectations. Spectacular greens, yellows, blues and gray sunshine. I navigate the colored lines of the underground and emerge to the delight of people-watching benches. Imaginary lines of time, murder mysteries, and sparks of electricity.

I'Mmortality

i think i write in an attempt to frame. to breathe and move and interact outside of mortality's mysteries. what do i project? i i i i i i. self-centeredself-absorbed fear. a dot within a circle and all that empty space to surround it. what about the other possibilites? the point-to-point connect the dots: what picture do you see? my limbs, my invisible visiblity. an extension of negative space. (not everyone can stay inside the lines)

if i could sign this screen, i would. sarah linnea golv <--- that's not me at all.

just sound

I've become accustomed to walking blissfully down the street without having to strain my ears to eavesdrop, tune-out, or comprehend much of anything. The Danish language remains a mystery to me, and when English does appear in my pastel paradise, it is almost unwelcome, startling. Granted, I am still 100% reliant on the fact that wherever I go, someone will speak English, a handicap I hope to someday remedy. But for these past few months, it has been a gift. I can exist in a bustling, wheel-turning city where sounds, intonations, and lyrics just are. No double-meaning, no sarcasm, no small talk. Just sound waves - coming and going.

th(ings)

Packing (my bags). Slacking (at school). Laughing (at the dog). Waiting (for that first hug). Smiling (too much to look forward to). Pausing (I'm not ready to leave).

just one month left.