confluence \ˈkän-ˌflü-ən(t)s, kən-ˈ\ , noun
1. a coming or flowing together, a gathering at one point
2. the flowing together of two or more streams
3. the place of meeting of two streams
ok, i haven’t breezed through a book of fiction so good in a while. (i’m reading a lot of nonfiction right now.) there is a lot of lukewarm and not so lukewarm reviews on Amazon about this book, and i don’t really get it. i loved every word of it, the hilarious and the brilliant and the tragic and the touching.
-L
There are so many might have beens,
What ifs that won’t stay buried,
Other cities, other jobs,
Strangers we might have married.
And memory insists on pining
For places it never went,
As if life would be happier
Just by being different.
here’s the rest of this beautiful poem.
You don’t know nights of love? Don’t
petals of soft words float upon your blood?
Are there no places on your dear body
that keep remembering like eyes?
-from an untitled poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
“In the summer
peaches the color of sunrise
In the fall
plums the color of dusk”
-from “The Beginning of September” by Robert Hass
numinous \ˈnü-mə-nəs, ˈnyü-\ , adj.
1. mysterious, supernatural
2. filled with a sense of supernatural presence; holy
3. spiritually elevated; sublime
(i can’t stop saying numinousness.)