A picture held us captive. And we could not get outside it, for it lay in our language and language seemed to repeat it to us inexorably. – Ludwig Wittgenstein
Monthly Archives: March 2014
This morning I woke up
To the smell of coffee floating in the air
That you prepared with a ready smile
And love in your face.
My coffee is on top of the table
Patiently waiting for me
While you’re eating your breakfast
I joined you and we talked
About your plans for the day
We kissed and I left for work.
I’m beginning to get used to it
Like the morning that always comes
My coffee is always ready
While you wait for me
To join you in our table.
Days have come and go
Change is inevitable
I lost my job
And you became busy.
I woke up with you
Still asleep in our bed
I left and headed toward the kitchen
To prepare our breakfast and your coffee.
Things have changed lately
You no longer prepare my coffee
And you’re always late waking up
I missed your coffee
I missed my job.
“Read widely, and without apology. Read what you want to read, not what someone tells you you should read.” ― Joyce Carol Oates
A love story can never be about full possession. The happy marriage, the requited love, the desire that never dims–these are lucky eventualities but they aren’t love stories. Love stories depend on disappointment, on unequal births and feuding families, on matrimonial boredom and at least one cold heart. Love stories, nearly without exception, give love a bad name. – Jeffrey Eugenides
“I have long since decided if you wait for the perfect time to write, you will never write. There is no time that isn’t flawed somehow.” – Margaret Atwood
There is nothing you can do at present but put your hands in your pockets and keep a disaffected heart. – Alice Munro
The Smoker by David Schickler
I accidentally came across this short story from a writer I frequently stalked for something I would like to read in her blog. I think she wrote one article for The New Yorker. She said she liked the story and mentioned something about a cat. I have no idea what the story is all about except that there’s a cat in it. So I clicked the link and I was redirected to The New Yorker website. I saw the title and the cover photo first caught my attention. Then, I saw myself reading it. I read it slowly and devoured every line. When I reached page 8, I exclaimed, “Is that it?!” I frantically looked for page 9 hoping I just missed it. But there’s really no page 9.
I liked The Smoker. It’s my second short stories I’ve read two days in a row. The first one is from Lydia Davis entitled, “Story.” I have a copy of her book The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis which I planned to read whenever I feel the need to acquaint myself with literary masterpiece.
I enjoyed reading The Smoker. I really liked it. The story is about Professor Douglas Kerchek and his brainy student Nicole Bonners. Nicole is intelligent, eccentric, well read and a headstrong woman. She knows what she wants even at the age of 19. Professor Douglas enjoys being alone, watching movies and has a boxer’s body with a PhD in his turf. He’s an attractive man, slightly attracted to his dangerously alluring student Nicole. But he never crosses the student – professor line. Until Nicole invited him to a family dinner and he met her parents.
I’ve watched the movie Meet The Parents and I remembered the cat in it. You’ll meet John Stapleton here.
The story is catchy and very entertaining. It immediately caught my attention and my eyes never leave the page until I’ve read everything. I’ve read it twice. No. More than twice until I’m satisfied and ready to let it go and move on to discover new ones to read.