rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,

On the Scent

Afternoon was so balmy and enervating that I took another unintentional nap, and only woke when the kid next door began tinkering noisily in his garage. I'd rather not sleep away the afternoon but, on the other hand, the nap was delicious! I dreamed of the ocean.

The jasmine blossoms have begun to open. This evening, I caught a faint whiff of their perfume penetrating the stronger scent of freshly cut grass. The night air is not yet warm enough to coax from the flowers their full fragrance, but it won't be long before the house will be suffused with it, night after night. Moonlight will vaguely illuminate the nearby woods and reveal the familiar street and the houses clearly, but the jasmine's perfume will transform it all to an exotic scene. For the rest of May and most of June, I'll visit fanciful worlds, a plant leading me around by my nose. Ah, spring!

Sunday Verse


by C.P. Cavafy

When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the angry Poseidon—do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not set them up before you.

Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many, when,
with such pleasure, with such joy
you will enter ports seen for the first time;
stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and sensual perfumes of all kinds,
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
visit many Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from scholars.

Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for many years;
and to anchor at the island when you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.

Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would have never set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.

For something completely different: Dave's Music Box on Main Street in Los Angeles, in 1941. Dave's looks to have been one of the street's classic dive bars. It's long gone now. The interesting thing about it, though, is that sign. I looked at it a couple of times before I realized what it was supposed to be. I wonder what became of it when Dave's was done with it?

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