This poem by Langston Hughes, which Lorraine Hansberry uses as the intro to her play "A Raisin in the Sun", has been playing in my head today. It goes:
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore -
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over -
Like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
Like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore -
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over -
Like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
Like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Also, I've been reading Eat, Pray, Love. I couldn't bring myself to read it for years because it's been so popular and whenever something ranks high among the collective public, I just automatically shun it. But usually just for a little while. Plus, I strongly believe that books find you and inspire you to read them when you're ready for it. It's been true so often with so many books in my life that it's the closest thing to a religious experience I've ever had. Anyway, I'm finding this to be a very pleasurable read and the way Elizabeth Gilbert has with words is an inspiration to me to keep writing my blog, even when I think I don't have anything to share. I love her humor and playful style. And of course, the book os SOOO much better than the movie!
I'm always inspired by the artwork of Ray Johnson. If you've never watched the documentary about his work, life, and mysterious death - How to Draw a Bunny - you definitely should. It's amazingly intriguing.
And without fail, these lyrics from Leonard Cohen's song Suzanne sinks into my body, wrapping itself around my spine and swirling like (in the words of T.S. Eliot) "yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes" before curling "once about the house" before falling asleep:
Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
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