Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation.
L'aura del campo
'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos'
♣ Federico García Lorca ♣
L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me.
PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS!
passed away November 12, 2005
Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings.
These pictures rotate.
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop,
|Gifts of the graves
Abandoned by Spaniards greedy for gold,
jade lay among metates
until the land was sold
to a poor farmer who planted white corn
to grind on stone metates
in the cool of the morn
who, before his wife reduced corn to cornmeal
placed a jade charm 'round her neck as she kneeled.
© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.35]
|My name is Kåre
You can't spell my name
You can't even pronounce it.
Even after I explain
You say Kari or Kara —
Because names do not matter.
Because I do not matter.
I've visited Gdańsk,*
had a dorm-mate Cudziło.**
No, I didn't complain
I learned how to say them.
Because their names mattered to them.
Because they mattered to me.
© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.34] (8.april.2021)
* gdañsk [practice it]
I deal with my own misspellings, wrong word, misunderstandings daily. But you ask and my mind goes blank.
But then ... you've hit a sore spot.
My name is Kåre. And no, I'm not being 'cute'. It's pronounced a bit like Cory. Can you say C O R Y? Can you repeat that after me?
But no ... many can't. Can't be bothered to look it up. Immediately assume that I can't spell my own name and write back to me: Kara, Kari, Kare [which I do understand as [å] isn't on everyone's keyboard but my tablet has it and copy/paste takes extra effort] ... thinking maybe it's Karen without the 'n'. I am also guilty of typos it seems.
My name is Kåre. It's Scandinavian and been around for awhile. It was most popular in Norway in the 1920s.
If you google the name like I just did it comes up:
Kåre Dæhlen (Norwegian b 1926 d 2020) ambassador
Kåre Hedebrant (Swede b 1995) child actor
Kåre Schultz (Dane b 1962) business exec
Kåre And the Cave Man (Norwegian rock band 1990-2000)
An older spelling still used is Kaare like
Kaare Vedvik (American-Norwegian footballer b 1994)
and a whole slew of other famous folks named Kåre, mostly damn Norwegians. I'm Swede, by-the-way. I'm not on the list. Sorry.
But that doesn't mean that I don't exist.