Don Quixote was published something like 400 years ago in archaic Spanish that I can only understand by looking up every other word in the Royal Academy‘s online dictionary. And yet, I find that the delusional knight is part of my daily thought and discourse. Yesterday a programmer in his blog compared his crazy project to tilting at windmills. Today someone called the development of open mobile phone software a quixotic quest. On my door is taped a copy of the lyrics of “The Impossible Dream“, which is from the musical adaptation of Don Quixote. I liken my dating escapades and debacles to the adventures of the ingenioso hidalgo. When I look at the uncontrolled explosion of books in my bedroom I wonder if I, too, live mostly in my imagination. I find it strange that a novel so seemingly irrelevant to my life would have this much of an impact upon me.
Category: reading and writing
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By Very Small Means
A drip, a drop,
Percolate, plop,
Pooling, puddling,
Flowing, flooding,
Torrent tearing,
Eroding, wearing,
Gully grinding,
Chasm winding,
Until is seen from outer space
A Grand Canyon on the planet’s face.
And so this thought:
It happened drop by drop. ((As seen on The Curiously Poetic Altoids!)) -
But I Do
With words, sweet words—the currency of the day—
He tells how you’ve won his heart.
Giving roses, dozen roses—Earth’s love letters loaned—
He says he’ll always, ever be true.And maybe,
By the swoons, the gasps, the thrills,
It’s justified.
The symbols are so sweet because of
What they signify.But allow me to observe a few pertinent facts:
All but the mute can speak words of love to you.
‘most anyone with arms can place blossoms in your hands.
But is it not much easier to say than to be true?
How soon will his love’s flower falter
In the heat of life’s demands?Ah, but not every guy,
In his heart of hearts,
Adores, loves, worships,
Thinks on, hopes for, dreams of,
Leads, follows, stands side by side with
You.No, it isn’t every man that
Lives his life for you.
But I do.
I do.