Jan. 17th, 2014

elydesia: (old kusui)

I was nervous the first time we made love, which made things awkward. I apologized to her.

"Aren't we polite!" she said. "No need to apologize for everything."

After her shower she threw on a bathrobe, grabbed two beers from the fridge, and handed one to me.

"Are you a good driver?" she asked.

"I just got my license, so I wouldn't say so. Just average."

She smiled. "Same with me. I think I'm pretty good, but my friends don't agree. Which makes me average, too, I suppose. You must know a few people who think they're great drivers, right?"

"Yeah, I guess I do."

"And there must be some who aren't very good."

I nodded. She took a quiet sip of beer and thought about it.

"To a certain extent those kinds of things are inborn. Talent, you could call it. Some people are nimble; others are all thumbs.... Some people are attentive, others aren't. Right?"

Again I nodded.

"OK, consider this. Say you're going to go on a long trip with someone by car. And the two of you will take turns driving. Which type of person would you choose? One who's a good driver but inattentive, or an attentive person who's not such a good driver?"

"Probably the second one," I said.

"Me too," she replied. "What we have here is very similar. Good or bad, nimble or clumsy--those aren't important. What's important is being attentive. Staying calm, being alert to the things around you."

"Alert?" I asked.

She just smiled and didn't say anything.

A while later we made love a second time, and this time it was a smooth, congenial ride. Being alert--I think I was starting to get it. For the first time I saw how a woman reacts in the throes of passion.

I had to quote it because it was absolute genius.

First Vintage International Edition, April 2002
Copywright (c) 2001 by Haruki Murakami

pg.39 - 41


Jan. 17th, 2014 06:58 pm
elydesia: " DOGS " (badou nails ; face)
don't know if I posted this before but here we go.

There are no bounds we see
Until our limits are met, we'll be unable to excell.

Quite a radical change, this pen-to-paper.
And we might not just give up.

It's so dark out, with crazy-swirling stars.
Dive into these black waters
stained with maroon-colored Crimson.

Blindly falling as the water changes
No longer is it thick and heavy water
But free and chaotic air.

In these breezes of despair,
Lights of solitude blind us
Because of this, our savior is gone.


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meteors in the night

 until we meet 

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