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    Patricia

    Majority of my friends call me Trish, I guess you could call me that too. I'm a transcriptions editor with a really messed up body clock and never ending affinity for films, food and written words. I like street art, sweets, neutrals and monochromes, sushi, window seats, golf carts and lazy weekends.

    Some of the things that completely preoccupy me are my fixation with the now defunct The Civil Wars and their beautiful art of sadness, Oh Sehun, sleeping, CSS and HTML, @iameden, and those damn hypnotizing Tasty videos. Top country in my travel bucketlist? Iceland. But the one that will always have my heart? Hong Kong.

    SoulPancake Sunday

    I haven't done SoulPancake Sunday for a while so I thought of looking for a prompt from their website's Conversations.

    For this week, the question is: What is your favorite poem?


    Original image from here.
    Most days, my answer would be probably something from Pablo Neruda but this one from Jack Gilbert is my favorite as of the moment. :)

    Maybe Very Happy
    Jack Gilbert, Refusing Heaven

    After she died he was seized
    by a great curiosity about what
    it was like for her. Not that he
    doubted how much she loved him.
    But he knew there must have been
    some things she had not liked.
    So he went to her closest friend
    and asked what she complained of.
    "It's all right," he had to keep
    saying, "I really won't mind."
    Until the friend finally gave in.
    "She said sometimes you made a noise
    drinking your tea if it was very hot."


    There's just something so sad and so pure about this poem.

    Can you share yours? :)

    I haven't done SoulPancake Sunday for a while so I thought of looking for a prompt from their website's Conversations.

    For this week, the question is: What is your favorite poem?


    Original image from here.
    Most days, my answer would be probably something from Pablo Neruda but this one from Jack Gilbert is my favorite as of the moment. :)

    Maybe Very Happy
    Jack Gilbert, Refusing Heaven

    After she died he was seized
    by a great curiosity about what
    it was like for her. Not that he
    doubted how much she loved him.
    But he knew there must have been
    some things she had not liked.
    So he went to her closest friend
    and asked what she complained of.
    "It's all right," he had to keep
    saying, "I really won't mind."
    Until the friend finally gave in.
    "She said sometimes you made a noise
    drinking your tea if it was very hot."


    There's just something so sad and so pure about this poem.

    Can you share yours? :)

    . Sunday, June 29, 2014 .

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