it’s time to go slow and close the month with hushed love and warm ambiance.
the closing of october, incompleted works, and time with good people.
hello my friend[s],
what a week it has been! what an exciting weekend! happy hallowe’en my loves. october is coming to its close and with the beginning of november comes darker days, cooler air, and slow indoor comfort. daylight savings is soon, time for the sun to hide for a bit longer.
it’s 3:39 pm right now and dark as 11. there’s a rainstorm outside that i can hear through my two wide-open windows, i’m listening to a slowed and softened playlist of songs from the over the garden wall soundtrack that my sister made, i’m in bed under my blankets [my windows probably shouldn’t be open].
soon i go to the store to buy more hallowe’en candy and popcorn—— soon my friends come over to eat and drink and be with each other this hallowed night. this week has been filled with busy moving, it’s time to go slow and close the month with hushed love and warm ambiance.
this past week was filled with a collection of half thoughts. i have many notes jotted down on my phone that all feel like a work in progress, something not quite finished. i don’t think they have to be finished though if i’m being honest. some people love things to be complete’’’’’’ kept within a capsule. tied together with a bow and it’s the best of the best.
i love when things aren’t finished. excerpts from uncompleted stories and poems, sketches half filled in, newsletters that continue on week by week. here are a few things from my notes app [perhaps these will be “finished” one day, put into something bigger].
the wind and street are so peaceful to listen to through a window in a room i’m not in
nothing is lovelier than comparing to adonis
going back to something like it’s the morning paper to read
an ode to night windows. peaking into the warmest part of the houses )window lights). that house liked ritz crackers (maybe too much,, they’re placed on a high shelf). that one has a bookcase filled until it hangs low. five houses down they have pictures going up the stairway. nothing i’m trying to see, a natural attraction to light like a moth. attraction to seeing other humans like myself? vulnerability? connectivity? sameness? maybe i just know it’s warmer inside than outside
these various thoughts remind me of literary fragments i’ve read. i think i’ve shared some here? i cant remember. fragments [short explanation: typically non-nuanced points/unfinished pieces of writing/parts of a whole/super big in german romanticism in the 1770s-1790s] especially those written by novalis and schlegal are such incredible and confusing works. here are some of my favourites
73. What is lost in average, good or even first-rate translations is precisely the best part. [critical fragments]
There is nothing more beautiful on earth than poetry and music mingled in sweet compliance for the greater ennoblement of mankind. [on incomprehensibility]
485. Our body is part of the world – or better, a member: it already expresses [studies in a visual arts]
37 . Many witty ideas are like the sudden meeting of two friendly thoughts after a long separation. [‘Athenaeum Fragments’]
267. The more one knows, the more one still has to learn. Ignorance increases in the same proportion as knowledge – or rather, not ignorance, but the knowledge of ignorance. [‘Athenaeum Fragments’]
what are your fragments? what are thoughts you have that are only a part of a whole that don’t need to be explained? look through your notes app, your photos, your voice memos, what do you have?
i just woke up from a nap, a quick little thing. i fell asleep reading a soft soft soft slice of life and i woke to the sound of excited children on the street trick-or-treating.
In the deep fall don’t you imagine the leaves think how comfortable it will be to touch the earth instead of the nothingness of air and the endless freshets of wind? - mary oliver
the rain and wind have pushed down almost all of the leaves from the trees as they get ready to be buried under a blanket. i can’t wait to be buried in my own blankets. next week will be a week off from university which i am so desperately excited for. more time to think, more time to write, more time to leave notes, long long longer notes. i have a surprise for next newsletter// i can’t wait to give it to you.
for now, i depart to get ready to go. the movie night has been moved to another friends house and so off we go. i can’t wait to speak with you soon. i have so many stories of the last few weeks i want to share with you in a pretty way. maybe i do like completed works sometimes. before i go, i’ll leave a few more poems and paintings for you, more works in progress. have a safe warm closing of october, welcome november and trust she will be kind. i love you, have a good week, i hope you become even more filled with joy.
xx delphi
p.s. just received a text saying the movie night has warm lighting, blakets, and chocolate covered almonds. what a sweet thought.