A lazy afternoon, wrapped in the lethargy of a whole night and
morning spent at office. Fortunately it is a holiday, so I can be comparatively
at ease. (Only comparatively as already new work has started piling up!) I want
to start reading the new collection of poems ‘the great enigma’ by Tomas
Transtromer. Had bought it a few days back but couldn’t start it because of the
work load.
And at around 6 in the morning when I (finally) unwrapped
the book, I could’ve started with the foreword or the first poem, but then I saw
the bookmark in the middle and was curious to know what poem it’ll be at. Turned
out as if it was meant for me, prompting me to update my facebook status and
share it with the world: Its 6am, I’ve
just reached home from office and found these words by Transtromer waiting for
me. “The law of gravity presses| us| against our work by day and against
our beds by night.” For a writer, there is
no work or home and day or night…
The title for the post comes from my love’s comment on
the above mentioned update. Thanks Dee! And you can read Transtromer’s complete
poem here on my other blog: http://goo.gl/A4vKa OR my facebook page: http://goo.gl/05duH OR the new Google+ page: http://goo.gl/ZUow4 :)
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