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Valentines for the romantically challenged

Hola Hart Beat. Today I thought I’d share with you a great new podcast that my roommate recently introduced to me. I listen to podcasts all the time (Radiolab is my all time favorite. Ahem, hey Robert Krulwich, why are you such a negative Nancy?) and on and off I’ve been into This American Life.

The podcast that Sam shared with me is called The Poetry Magazine Podcast and is produced by The National Poetry Foundation. The premise behind the show is that editors “go inside the pages of Poetry, talking to poets and critics, debating the issues, and sharing their poem selections with listeners.” It comes out weekly so there’s always something new to hear and after reading a few poems the people on the show discuss what they think the poems mean. The episode that I want to share with you, Hart Beat, is this years Valentine’s Day podcast called “Valentines for the Romantically Challenged.

In this episode there are two love poems under discussion. The first, “Variation on the Word Sleep” by Margaret Atwood, might be one of the most romantic poems I’ve read in a while. And the second, ” ” by Pablo Neruda, is obviously one of my favorites. I especially love the discussion that they have about the different translations of the poem that they come across. Poetry, Spanish translation, and romance all in one podcast?? I think all my dreams have come true.

You can listen to the poems and the podcast by clicking here.

Variation on the Word Sleep
by Margaret Atwood

I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver 
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easy as breathing in

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.

One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII
by Pablo Neruda (translated by Mark Eisner)

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

Hannah Hunt, the best breakup song

Hi Hart Beat. How’s your weekend going? I am so glad that tomorrow is Friday and I’m even more excited that I get to spend some time with my oldest friend Sammy. Shout-out to S. tonight for sharing this beautiful song with me. (Second shout-out to Spotify for making the world of music sharing such a wonderful place.)

I hadn’t listened to Vampire Weekend’s most recent album until Sam recommended this song to me and now I can’t believe where I was for so long. “Hannah Hunt,” the song posted bellow, is what has taken me so strongly, and no, not because it’s about another Hannah, because it is one of the most simple and achingly beautiful song about a breakup I’ve heard in a while.

In Santa Barbara, Hannah cried
And missed those freezing beaches
And I walked into town
To buy some kindling for the fire,
Hannah tore the New York Times up into pieces

If I can’t trust you then damn it, Hannah
There’s no future, there’s no answer
Though we live on the US dollar
You and me, we got our own sense of time

“Hannah Hunt” by Vampire Weekend

On love

Hey Hart Beat. I never really do a weekend internet roundup but now that I have a new job coming up (eek!!) I might start so I can have my weekends free. Either way, tonight I wanted to share some lovely things that I’ve come across on my internet musings. Hope you love them all, Hart Beat.

1. Zelda on love.

“I can’t think of anything but nights with you. I want them warm and silvery, when we can be together all our lives.”
– Zelda Fitzgerald to Scott Fitzgerald, 1919

2. This song.

“Heroes and Monsters” by Penny & Sparrow
3. Steinbeck on love
“If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.”
– John Steinbeck  

4. This picture and story.
“Riot police walk in the street as a couple kiss on June 15, 2011 in Vancouver, Canada. Vancouver broke out in riots after their hokey team the Vancouver Canucks lost in Game Seven of the Stanley Cup Finals.”

On love

Hey Hart Beat. I never really do a weekend internet roundup but now that I have a new job coming up (eek!!) I might start so I can have my weekends free. Either way, tonight I wanted to share some lovely things that I’ve come across on my internet musings. Hope you love them all, Hart Beat.

1. Zelda on love.

“I can’t think of anything but nights with you. I want them warm and silvery, when we can be together all our lives.”
– Zelda Fitzgerald to Scott Fitzgerald, 1919

2. This song.

“Heroes and Monsters” by Penny & Sparrow
3. Steinbeck on love
“If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.”
– John Steinbeck  

4. This picture and story.
“Riot police walk in the street as a couple kiss on June 15, 2011 in Vancouver, Canada. Vancouver broke out in riots after their hokey team the Vancouver Canucks lost in Game Seven of the Stanley Cup Finals.”

Advice on love and life

Hi. How’s your week going, Hart Beat? I’ve been reading up a storm and really can’t wait to tell you about this book that my best friend M. recommended to me. Have you heard of the internet advice queen Dear Sugar? I hadn’t either Hart Beat so don’t worry too much.

“I’ve consoled and counseled. I’ve listened to long and tedious tales of spectacularly disastrous romantic woe… Have you read Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet yet? People die because they want who they want. They do all kinds of crazy, stupid, sweet, tender, amazing, self-destructive things.

The book that I just finished reading, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar and is written by none other than the amazingly lovely Cheryl Strayed. The book features a collection of letters seeking help and Dear Sugar’s brutally beautiful and honest responses. I’ve enjoyed reading it so much and have read it so fast that now all I can hear is Dear Sugar’s voice giving me advice in my own head.

“There are so many things to be tortured about, sweet pea. So many torturous things in this life. Don’t let a man who doesn’t love you be one of them.

The central piece advice that Dear Sugar seeks us to consider in most situations is to be true to yourself wholeheartedly. I think that’s the kind of advice everyone should hear most of the time.

“You aren’t afraid of love. You’re afraid of all the junk you’ve yoked to love. And you’ve convinced yourself that withholding one tiny word from the woman you think you love will shield you from that junk. But it won’t. We are obligated to the people we care about and who we allow to care about us, whether we say we love them or not. Our main obligation is to be forthright — to elucidate the nature of our affection when such elucidation would be meaningful or clarifying.
I’ll leave you with one last Dear Sugar advice for tonight. And then I highly recommend you go out and get this book to read on the subway or look through some letters she’s written tonight while you’re hanging out at home. They’re enlightening, Hart Beat.
“Cultivate an understanding of a bunch of the other things that the best, sanest people on the planet know: that life is long, that people both change and remain the same, that every last one of us will need to fuck up and be forgiven, that we’re all just walking and walking and walking and trying to find our way, that all roads lead eventually to the mountaintop.

Yours,
Sugar

Advice on love and life

Hi. How’s your week going, Hart Beat? I’ve been reading up a storm and really can’t wait to tell you about this book that my best friend M. recommended to me. Have you heard of the internet advice queen Dear Sugar? I hadn’t either Hart Beat so don’t worry too much.

“I’ve consoled and counseled. I’ve listened to long and tedious tales of spectacularly disastrous romantic woe… Have you read Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet yet? People die because they want who they want. They do all kinds of crazy, stupid, sweet, tender, amazing, self-destructive things.

The book that I just finished reading, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar and is written by none other than the amazingly lovely Cheryl Strayed. The book features a collection of letters seeking help and Dear Sugar’s brutally beautiful and honest responses. I’ve enjoyed reading it so much and have read it so fast that now all I can hear is Dear Sugar’s voice giving me advice in my own head.

“There are so many things to be tortured about, sweet pea. So many torturous things in this life. Don’t let a man who doesn’t love you be one of them.

The central piece advice that Dear Sugar seeks us to consider in most situations is to be true to yourself wholeheartedly. I think that’s the kind of advice everyone should hear most of the time.

“You aren’t afraid of love. You’re afraid of all the junk you’ve yoked to love. And you’ve convinced yourself that withholding one tiny word from the woman you think you love will shield you from that junk. But it won’t. We are obligated to the people we care about and who we allow to care about us, whether we say we love them or not. Our main obligation is to be forthright — to elucidate the nature of our affection when such elucidation would be meaningful or clarifying.
I’ll leave you with one last Dear Sugar advice for tonight. And then I highly recommend you go out and get this book to read on the subway or look through some letters she’s written tonight while you’re hanging out at home. They’re enlightening, Hart Beat.
“Cultivate an understanding of a bunch of the other things that the best, sanest people on the planet know: that life is long, that people both change and remain the same, that every last one of us will need to fuck up and be forgiven, that we’re all just walking and walking and walking and trying to find our way, that all roads lead eventually to the mountaintop.

Yours,
Sugar

Work by Pakayla Biehn

A little over a year ago I came across these multiple image paintings by artist Pakayla Biehn. Aren’t they amazing? She has had a couple of installations and shows in San Francisco and L.A. but I wish she would have one in New York! As soon as I have room, this is the kind of art I want to put on my walls. All of the work here is part of the collection except for the image three down from here, which is a hand bent glass and helium filled neon installation. I don’t know which one I love more, Hart Beat.

(My computer background right now.)
All work by Pakayla Biehn.

Romantic foreign words

Last night G., A. and I were having a cozy roommate night and G. came across this great site on stumble-upon. The site lists different words in other languages that describe romantic feelings that the english language has no specific word for. As a Spanish major and a hopeless romantic, I found this list breathtaking and hope you do too Hart Beat.

Mamihlapinatapei (Yagan):
The wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to start.

Retrouvailles (French): 
The happiness of meeting again after a long time. 

La Douleur Exquise (French): 
The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.

Koi No Yokan (Japanese): 
The sense upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall into love. 

Saudade (Portuguese): 
The feeling of longing for someone that you love and is lost. Another linguist describes it as a “vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist.”

Look here for a list of all the words. They all slay me. 

Romantic foreign words

Last night G., A. and I were having a cozy roommate night and G. came across this great site on stumble-upon. The site lists different words in other languages that describe romantic feelings that the english language has no specific word for. As a Spanish major and a hopeless romantic, I found this list breathtaking and hope you do too Hart Beat.

Mamihlapinatapei (Yagan):
The wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to start.

Retrouvailles (French): 
The happiness of meeting again after a long time. 

La Douleur Exquise (French): 
The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.

Koi No Yokan (Japanese): 
The sense upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall into love. 

Saudade (Portuguese): 
The feeling of longing for someone that you love and is lost. Another linguist describes it as a “vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist.”

Look here for a list of all the words. They all slay me. 

Tell no one

Back in September I tried to start a series called “Movies in September” (how appropriate) but I didn’t get very far. I think that I maybe wrote about a couple (Casablanca and The Philadelphia Story) and then stopped. I guess a series was too ambitious back then. Now though this December there are some movies that I meant to talk about back in September and can now happily say will be coming your way.

The first one is one of my all time favorite movies called “Tell No One” or “No le dis a personne” in the original french. “Tell No One”came out in 2006 and is one that I can see literally every other day and get something new out of it.

Ah, I saw this over Thanksgiving and watching the trailer makes me want to see it again tonight. It’s a hard movie to classify, foreign film isn’t enough, neither is thriller or romance. I guess you just have to watch it for yourself Hart Beat. It’s pretty complicated so pay attention and then when you’ve seen it once maybe see it again right after. I’m not kidding when I say every time I see it I get something new out of it. 
Another amazing part about “Tell No One” is the soundtrack to the movie. I love the music in this movie so much that I tried for days and days and months and months to find the soundtrack on Spotify, iTunes or under my pillow at night. Like the other french cd by Ultra Orange & Emmanuele I eventually had to order the cd soundtrack from ye old Canada. I’ve written about a few of my favorite songs from the movie on Hart Beat before here and here and I’ll just share one more with you today. This one is one of the instrumental songs from the movie and I love it so much that I listened to it over and over again when I was writing my thesis last year. 

“Ne Le Dis A Personne” – Tell No One Soundtrack