This is the first in a series of "Gems" that will be appearing in this blog. This section of the site will be updated right away upon a gem's discovery/appearance in my consciousness. Context will appear as time will allow.
At the moment, I must leave to meet a friend at 19:00. (A.k.a. as 7pm...another new adjustment). So, just imagine the epitome of a young, French, ":this generation's version of bohemain," artiste sitting legs crossed, cigarette in hand who, in broken English, brilliantly says:
Poetry is like hope; if you write it in a way people can understand it."
OMG. YES. so lovely. This conversation happened yesterday. Only today when I replayed it in my mind (as us analytical types do), did this idea resonate with me or strike any kind of cord. Cuz it was so...deep.
OR...
maybe because in the moment it is so hard to piece together what someone with a French accent is trying to say in English, that any sort of deeper meaning would surely go over my head.
N'est pas?
xoxo
Lauren (said with a French accent, of course)
:P
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That is brilliant! A good "gem", indeed! :)
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