I saw this most perfectly formed homage to the essence of an olive hanging from a banner in Borough Markets:
"The whole Mediterranean, the sculpture, the palm,
the gold beads, the bearded heroes, the wine,
the ideas, the ships, the moonlight, the winged gorgons,
the bronze men, the philosophers
- all of it seems to rise in the sour, pungent
taste of these black olives between the teeth.
A taste older than meat, older than wine.
A taste as old as cold water."
'Prospero's Cell' (1945)
if i told you how this makes me sigh with welled-up joy...would you believe me? It does.
and this one came to me via an instant msg chat with my friend...if I may borrow from my dearest Leonie, who never fails to make me feel like it's going to be ok:
"you have a fire that won't be snuffed out. that is something you have to protect"
I like that Lones, I really do.
Thank you, I owe it to myself to remember that.
and so life continues....what to make for dinner?