Gymnopedie no. 1

So this is a poem. I wrote it a year ago. Feel free to leave commentary. I don’t (want to) take offence.


The coarse sand
tickling the soles
of the infant’s feet.
Acres of pebbles
in their various greys
and hues of red,
a carpet of stone.
Smashed up driftwood,
scattered like legos
on the nursery floor.
Clouds speeding past
on the cerulean sky
like the figurines on a mobile
hanging over a baby’s crib.
The sound of the wind
barely drowned by the cries
of black-backed gulls
and the rhythmic waves
beating against the shore.

The wind under her kite,
the wind in her hair,
her mother is but uncertain:
who is playing here with whom?

 

A New Blog for Experimentation: What You As a Reader Might Need to Know

Well, yeah, a new blog.

So I guess I must explain myself since I haven’t been writing to my regular blog The Idle European. The truth is I got bored with blogging. End of story.

To rekindle my “love” for blogging, I have decided to create this possibly temporary blog in order to experiment with different text types to see what I actually want to do and what people might actually want to read.  Since I’ve been talking about this long enough without actually doing anything, I guess it was past time I actually took the initiative and just said “fuck it”. Hence this blog being created well past midnight my own time.

So if you like any of the content, I encourage you to just plain tell me and I’ll consider posting it in the future. If you do subscribe, just expect all kinds of stuff showing up in your feed. I’m not saying it will be tentacle porn but it will definitely be tentacle porn.

So yeah. The title says it all. It’s Rescator’s Messy Blog.