rejectomorph | Reset Forty, Day Forty-Four

Saturday morning and afternoon I slept so much (though with more than a few interruptions) that I've felt no need for a nap since. I might be getting a bit tired now, but I' not certain I'll even be able to get to sleep easily now. It could be that I'm going into a hyper state and won't sleep well for the next few days. Unfortunate, since I'm pretty sure I'll need to do some shopping quite soon. My timing of things seems to grow ever more askew. At this stage I'm like a top that starts wobbling, slows down, then falls over. The wobbling looks exciting, but it presages a collapse.

Odd thing: for about fifteen minutes Saturday afternoon my left foot became very sore. It felt like the sole was on fire. I wondered if my ingrown toenail had become infected, but it wasn't painful in itself, and didn't look unusual. After a few minutes the pain began to diminish, and a short time later it was gone, as mysteriously as it had arrived. What the hell was that about? And why was I never told that such things could happen when you got old?

Since Saturday was slightly cooler than Friday, I've been slightly less uncomfortable overall, and the evening was not half bad. It was mild enough that I was able to make some hot soup for dinner, and enjoy it, and then there was a midnight concert from the mockingbird, which was a pleasant way to end the day. Later I got hung up on some annoying Internet work, but that's over now, and I'm going to unwind with a bit of music from YouTube. I can't help but worry, though, when things get this much less utterly crappy than is typical anymore, that something horrible is about to happen. I mean besides the triple-digit highs coming up this week. But maybe the heat should be crap enough for anyone. I won't go looking for trouble. I'm sure it can find me when it wants to.

Sunday Verse

Mirabeau Bridge

by Guilliaume Apollinaire

Under the Mirabeau Bridge there flows the Seine
     Must I recall
  Our loves recall how then
After each sorrow joy came back again

     Let night come on bells end the day
     The days go by me still I stay

Hands joined and face to face let's stay just so
     While underneath
  The bridge of our arms shall go
Weary of endless looks the river's flow

     Let night come on bells end the day
     The days go by me still I stay

All love goes by as water to the sea
     All love goes by
  How slow life seems to me
How violent the hope of love can be

     Let night come on bells end the day
     The days go by me still I stay

The days the weeks pass by beyond our ken
     Neither time past
  Nor love comes back again
Under the Mirabeau Bridge there flows the Seine

     Let night come on bells end the day
     The days go by me still I stay

—translated by Richard Wilbur

En Français

Le pont Mirabeau

Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
       Et nos amours
   Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne
La joie venait toujours après la peine
       
       Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
       Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Les mains dans les mains restons face à face
       Tandis que sous
   Le pont de nos bras passe
Des éternels regards l'onde si lasse

       Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
       Les jours s'en vont je demeure

L'amour s'en va comme cette eau courante
       L'amour s'en va
   Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l'Espérance est violente

       Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
       Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Passent les jours et passent les semaines
       Ni temps passé
   Ni les amours reviennent
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine

       Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
       Les jours s'en vont je demeure