Cultured: A Route
Every line I’ve ever written was about language and the tropical effects of it
I went to visit my cousin and his wife in their new house. Their town is one of my favourite places to spend the time I’m not at unease with my own beautiful dilemmas. It’s a shame I hadn’t been there for so long. I spent the weekend. I was greeted every morning with the rainbow through the glass window, we visited some coffeehouses and talked about the ever changing meaning of life.
On my last day there, we went to the local bookshop café and, when discussing the cover art for my next anthology, my cousin’s wife said ‘you are so cultured’.
I don’t know exactly how to translate the word she used into English, it’s a very particular word in Portuguese and there’s no translation that would be able to carry the meaning. But when I thought of that approximated translation, I felt very inspired to conclude that book whose cover art we were discussing. And I did. I summed the weekend in a potential day and I did.
Cultured
Yesterday I was Drinking Italian cappuccino At the bookshop café. I bought A picture book and pictured Myself in one of those paintings If only; Earlier I had had Earl Grey with milk. I wrote One of my pseudonyms on one envelope, My real name on the other. I drove To the post office, shipped My Definitions away. I payed My cousin’s wife a visit: We discussed the cover art of my new book And shared a bottle of wine. I came Home alone, made Myself stew, ate In front of the TV A TV show from the 90s. I recall myself and Those definitions so fragile And ephemeral I might ride the surroundings later, I thought — alone I’m so cultured, Cliché, and Predictable in my Unpredictability If I blinked now I could See the moon
Nothing will ever be more culture-made than the hologram of the moon to lovers and loners. Nothing will ever be more culture-made than the concept of the moon. Nothing will ever be more culture-made than trips to the moon. Nothing will ever be more culture-made than the moon.
I hope you had a lovely weekend. I wish you a wonderful week. Perhaps I should write something about the relationship between hope and wish. It’s something to ponder later. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Love,
A