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Friday, May 23, 2014

bad things are going to happen




 A post with the week's leftover photos, and this fabulous poem by Ellen Bass:


Relax

by Ellen Bass


Bad things are going to happen.
Your tomatoes will grow a fungus
and your cat will get run over.
Someone will leave the bag with the ice cream
melting in the car and throw
your blue cashmere sweater in the drier.
Your husband will sleep
with a girl your daughter’s age, her breasts spilling
out of her blouse. Or your wife
will remember she’s a lesbian
and leave you for the woman next door. The other cat–
the one you never really liked–will contract a disease
that requires you to pry open its feverish mouth
every four hours. Your parents will die.
No matter how many vitamins you take,
how much Pilates, you’ll lose your keys,
your hair and your memory. If your daughter
doesn’t plug her heart
into every live socket she passes,
you’ll come home to find your son has emptied
the refrigerator, dragged it to the curb,
and called the used appliance store for a pick up–drug money.
There’s a Buddhist story of a woman chased by a tiger.
When she comes to a cliff, she sees a sturdy vine
and climbs half way down. But there’s also a tiger below.
And two mice–one white, one black–scurry out
and begin to gnaw at the vine. At this point
she notices a wild strawberry growing from a crevice.
She looks up, down, at the mice.
Then she eats the strawberry.
So here’s the view, the breeze, the pulse
in your throat. Your wallet will be stolen, you’ll get fat,
slip on the bathroom tiles of a foreign hotel
and crack your hip. You’ll be lonely.
Oh taste how sweet and tart
the red juice is, how the tiny seeds
crunch between your teeth.






Above: these cauliflower bites I made. Going to make them again soon. Here's the recipe, though I baked them rather than frying.

And here's the pup, waiting for his biscuit.




And here's another for my recurring bird set:




Wishing you all a lovely weekend, and the time to relax and taste some strawberries.....

4 comments:

  1. omg I'd rather eat your cauliflower than the red juice and tiny seeds!!!........

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  2. What a fantastic poem! thank you. And I love your dog's beautiful face. What a sweetheart!

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  3. That was a good one, Shawna. Perspective is a good thing.
    The tomatoes and pepper are impossibly red. The cauliflower looks wonderful. Gifts upon gifts, . . .

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  4. I do love that poem :) and I have to tell you the cauliflower is pretty amazing. And so easy to make. xo

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