Saturday 17 March 2012

An Al Dente Experience.

Dear Blog,
"you could be happy or you could be right" could this be the best advice to cooking pasta? -  This is my story of how today I waited 20mins for freshly (in front of you) made and cut pasta at the food market.
It sounded as if - when you put the pasta in boiling water, the pasta then sinks, after some moments it raises to the top and then it’s ready to mix in your sauce/s in the pan, you then let cook for some seconds and serve it.
As the water would not boil, every time the cook put the pasta in the sauce pan, we saw it turn back to dough! I was cold and standing next to water, I didn’t feel much heat either. He offered me it free at one point - I was keen to eat it as it started drizzling rain.
I gave him a 3rd chance, he admitted he was embarrassed, I told him – “don’t worry about getting it wrong” he replied “it’s kind of my job to get it right” I agreed in silence.
So again he made the pasta and this time it worked! – It was fabulously tasty with three chesses and spicy tomato sauce.
Now the cook was right and we both were happy. Which means before you can be happy you have to be right – but in any case you can be both happy and right.
Isis

Saturday 3 March 2012

Self Portrait with Death, by Arnold Bocklin

A Happy Poem

I would write about being alone,


About, finding yourself and or falling apart.


Making mistakes and starting again.


At some point, I stopped.


Today,


I sat at my desk


And I very seriously thought -


Where is my pain?


I must need to write it?


Put it on paper


Read it.


Then!


I realised....


I sat, and I thought and then


I saw that, I am no longer alone.


There was nothing to write,


No feelings came.


No one is there.


Alone is not there.


Isis



Friday 2 March 2012

clockwork for dummies

tick tock                        
pain

                                            she IS 

a) FREE                             
                       

     not until THE END


                                                                              LOOSE       her     HEAD   IMPLODES IN THE DARKNESS

they

Care
                        too
much 
or
   too
          little

TO

make


little

                                                                                  DIFFERENCE.

ALONE IS THE END.