7.26.2010

Lettre a

Avenue Émile Zola. -

DRAFT a)
Ma Chere M.P.M,

It is a Monday. I am at a coffee place in East Village where I can enjoy the sounds of being seated at an outdoors table.

My life passes by fast but yet very slow. I am changing very fast in a very slow way that reflects an eternity of a loss. Writing comes hard these days but I read a lot. Yesterday I read two books one of which was the book of RAINER MARIA RILKE “Letters to A Young Poet” that you suggested and we bought together, together.

“Two solitudes that support, touch and greet each other”
RAINER MARIA RILKE.

Even this line, this summarized description of love that arrived to the history of writings from Rilke seems to be difficult for us the mortals to achieve during these times that we all want to become a Someone that is the illusionary More than the Anyone that we simply are. But my question is, What will happen to our souls when we realize that we have become that Someone by losing the Anyone and all that that the Anyone loves?But obviously love will always be Une Belle Histoire whether I question things or not.

Earlier this evening,I bought two copies of the book “Autobiography of Red” by Anne Carson. One I am sending to you. On page 60, the book opens:
“Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling”

So many people are seated at this moment around me.
They are all yelling their past or their future.

And Yet look at me
I am at the beautiful reality of my silent solitude writing to you and I can LISTEN the sound of my pen loving the paper.

I am also enclosing for you a postcard that I printed for my photo exhibit. Please keep it or use it as you wish.

We miss you dear friend,

7.24.2010

THE MYTH'S POEM -



THE SEA NYMPH
I ARRIVED TO SEE
TWO STEPS FORWARD
IN FRONT OF ME
UNFOLDS HER SEA
---------------
WELCOME LADY
TO MY WORLD
DIVE DEEP INSIDE MY
MOST SECRET THOUGHT
---------------
DESIRE MADE A DREAM
SANG A LULLABY
THAT SPOKE A TRUTH
MOTHER ARTEMIS
THE PROPHECY TO BREAK
AND CLOSER TO ARRIVE
THE SACRED TEAR
WILL SOON APPEAR
----------------
SEPARATION FROM A MOTHER'S PORT
BUT FOR THE BOAT NEFELI
THE ANCHOR SOON ON SUNDAY
WILL BECOME A SPEAR
AND HOME WILL BE JUST NEAR
----------------
THE VOYAGE TO THE MIND'S SOUL
IS NOW APPROVED
THE WINDS ARE ON OUR SIDE
TONIGHT
THE VOYAGE TO THE MYTH
OF FINDING EIDOTHEA
I SHALL FIND
----------------
MY TRUE SELF
ALONE
SLEEPLESS
FEARLESS
AND COMBINED
----------------
WIND BLOW FOR US
WE ARE WAITING
BY THE WINDOW
FOR YOUR TOUCH
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7.12.2010

- Flowers of a July Afternoon

Union Square, 2010

1.

Flowers passing by around me

hawks that try

to built their root inside the chain

of the memory’s guilt

2.

Flowers that met

The cheeks of a Girl from Saigon

3.

Flowers that felt

The hips of a Girl from South Korea

4.

Flowers that he could melt

In one breath of a Woman from Cappadocia

5.

Flowers passing by around me

Doves that try

To built their nest inside the box

Of the memory’s innocence

6.

But they never arrived

And they shall never will

For the Sender needs a

Silent Man of their love

forever thus to be


- Garia August

Union Square , July 12th, New York 2010

7.11.2010


Celebration of July 4th, 2010 - New York City


When i left my home and my family, all i wanted to see was
America and Garia smiling to each other for their Independence -

I dedicate this smile to all of you who follow this blog.
Thank you -

Love,
Maria