cooling off a bit after 9 holes.., 'Dora Keogh' Danforth Toronto Jul 8 2010

Havana Dreams.. Silvio Rodriguez


after finishing my another sizzling rounding of 9 holes in the afternoon in Flemingdon Golf, i had no choice but to come over here, my favorite Dora Keogh, for cool down.


reading Coelho's noble while drinking made my much solar-energized body down to normal quite quickly.

German larger Grolsch was my first glass and two more glasses of Guinness were followed..

shrimp salad was an excellent choice for another way of cooling off the heat from my body.

Silvio Rodriguez.. Unicornio

.. i was beginning to enjoy the sun again, the mountains, even life's problems, i was beginning to accept that the meaning of life was no one's fault but mine. i wanted to see the main square in Ljubljana again, to feel hatred and love, despair and tedium.. all those simple, foolish things that make up everyday life, but that give pleasure to your existence. ..

'Veronika decides to die' .. Paulo Coelho

文學 Are you an Atheist?, Orhan Pamuk: Snow

2006 Nobel Prize winner Orhan Pamuk is visiting Toronto now.
He had a communication session with readers at Harbourfront Center today.
Good to have him in the city. Welcome Orhan!

....

What am I doing in this world? Ka asked himself. How miserable these snowflakes look from this perspective, how miserable my life is. A man lives his life, and then he falls apart and soon there is nothing left. Ka felt as if half his soul had just abandoned him but still the other half remained; he still had love in him. Like a snowflake, he would fall as he was meant to fall; he would devote himself heart and soul to the melancholy course on which his life was set. His father had a certain smell after shaving, and now this smell came back to him. He thought of his mother making breakfast, her feet aching inside her slippers on the cold kitchen floor; he had a vision of a hairbrush; he remembered his mother giving him sugary pink syrup when he woke up coughing in the night, he felt the spoon in his mouth, and as he gave his mind over to all the other little things that make up a life and realized how they all added up to a unified whole, he saw a snowflake....

So it was that Ka heard the call from deep inside of him: the call he heard only at moments of inspiration, the only sound that could ever make him happy, the sound of his muse. For the first time in four years, a poem was coming to him; although he had yet to hear the words, he knew it was already written; even as it waited in its hiding place, it radiated the power and beauty of destiny. Ka's heart rejoiced. He told the three youths he had to leave them and hurried away through the snow, thinking all the while of the poem he would write when he was back at the hotel.

Chapter Nine: Are You an Atheist?
A NONBELIEVER WHO DOES
NOT WANT TO KILL HIMSELF.
Orhan Pamuk 'Snow'

臥薪嘗膽 slowly biting them.. alphabet by alphabet.. Snow : Orhan Parmuk , 'Tornello' Danforth Street Toronto Oct 17 2009

i was biting them alphabet by alphabet,
word by word.. slowly.. very much slowly..
crushing down them all
as if i dared to try to demolish
all the meaning of them..

알파벳 한자 한자가 입으로 들어와
가시처럼 입안을 온통 헤집는다.
놈들을 하나씩 꽉꽉 깨물어 먹어..
단어마다 입안에서 터져 죽는 맛도 다르다..

그 말들의 의미를 박멸이라도 시킬 요량이듯
맷돌에 갈듯이 음식과 단어들을 섞어
천천히.. 아주 천천히 씹어 먹었다.

눈가의 이놈의 단어들은 다 갈아 없애는데
귓가에 쟁쟁한 그 저주의 말들은 해치울 수 가 없다..
기분이 괴상하기 이를 데 없다.