I am tired! We have finals this week so I've been grading. I'm about halfway done. I'm doing some of it from home; we ordered a new bed and it's coming in two pieces. The first arrived on Monday; the second was delivered just an hour ago. There are a million things going on. I'm trying to wrap and send gifts and do these other things. G is Amazoning his eyeballs out. He's really adept at online shopping whereas I am still a novice. And we work out every weekday. Eleanor isn't feeling well so we both are keeping an extra eye on her- she goes to the veterinarian on Friday for more bloodwork. Poor kitty.
So I'm tired and busy and stressed. Sometimes I feel like I need a time out.
I will really miss my English 250 class. There are only 11 students, and we've become quite the close-knit group. We talked this morning, I gave back some papers and then I talked about how we never have time - never make time- to just sit and be quiet for awhile. As you can see, that applies to me too. Our phones were buzzing and ringing and everyone turned theirs down. I dimmed the lights and asked everyone, including my writing tutor and co-teacher, to put their heads on the desk. That's probably not something they've done since 5th grade. Then I read them a poem by Pablo Neruda called "Keeping Quiet". Here it is:
by Pablo Neruda. (trans. Alastair Reid.)
and we will all keep still.
let's not speak in any language,
let's stop for one second,
and not move our arms so much.
without rush, without engines,
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.
would not harm whales
and the man gathering salt
would not look at his hurt hands.
wars with gas, wars with fire,
victory with no survivors,
would put on clean clothes
and walk about with their brothers
in the shade, doing nothing.
with total inactivity.
Life is what it is about,
I want no truck with death.
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.
as when everything seems dead
and later proves to be alive.
and you keep quiet and I will go.