Morning Rain Membrane

The water on the window

rolls down the long glass pane,

and taps against the barrier

of my peaceful morning.

Inside is dry and known,

the rain a membrane like a womb.

It beats irregular over the noise

creating space and clarity.

To be able to choose

to go to a room

with pouring rain an amenity

No silence, only raindrops

no noise, only rain

would be the ultimate luxury.

Sunday reflections

In case these notes aren't clear
some resources:
-book covers
-audio books
-translations
-proper nouns that become adjectives
-the act of taking notes
-diagrams and doodles to recall an idea or a concept
-Capsule Biographies (specifically by Borges who could apparently sum up the life of an author in two paragraphs more eloquently and efficiently that the average biographer with 200 pages of text)
some thoughts:
-what defines the literature of an era is how it is interpreted in that era- Kafka on the shelf and in your hands and in your mind in 2010 is literature in 2010. Kafka on the shelf and in your hands and in your mind in 1922 is literature in 1922.
is this even a point worth stating?
-Instead of music as background mood making noise, how about the spoken word? Phrases, poetry, a short story, a series of words independent in meaning but harmonious in their oratory effect.
-not being afraid to have someone read over your shoulder