From Haste and leisure

“Blurtso skips school”

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What a nice tree, said Blurtso. I sure would like to sit under its leaves. Too bad I have to go to school. On the other hoof… to hell with school. Ooops! Did I really say that?!

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Yes… I really did.

“Bonny and Pablo stop and eat the flowers”

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“Blurtso and friends visit the White Mountains”

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What? said Blurtso. I can’t hear you over the leaves.

“Blurtso considers Shakespeare”

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My Shakespeare paper is due tomorrow, I’d better get started. I wonder what I should write? I guess it would be too obvious to say that Shakespeare knew a lot, even though he did. He knew more than I know, that’s for sure. I wonder how he learned all the things he knew? I wonder if he went to school? I wonder if he wrote papers? I wonder who students wrote papers about before Shakespeare became Shakespeare? If Shakespeare would have known how famous he was going to become, he could have written a paper about himself. That would be easy. Even I could write a paper about myself. But I don’t think I’m ever going to be famous. I don’t think Harvard is ever going to offer a class called “Introduction to Blurtso 101,” or “Advanced Blurtso 320,” or “Blurtsearean literature and the end of Enlightenment.” At least I hope not, because I don’t want to be famous. If I were famous, I wouldn’t have a moment to myself. People would be bothering me everywhere I went, even in the library, and I’d never be able to get started on my Shakespeare paper, or my Blurtso paper, and I’d really better get started, because it’s due tomorrow.

“Because I love you”

I was translating a Pablo Neruda poem yesterday, said Pablo, and I made a song out of my translation. I think you’ll like it. Give me a 4/4 rhythm with a syncopated beat…

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I love you because I love you, then I don’t love you,
and I go from love to hate and to fire from cold,
and when one day my heart stops loving you,
then you’ll know I love you even more,
then you’ll know I love you even more.

I love you because I love you, then I still love you,
then I hate, but can’t hate what I adore,
and I love you when I’m not seeing you,
and when I see you then I love you even more,
and when I see you then I love you even more.

Maybe your fire will consume me,
and take this pain of love away,
and maybe one day I’ll finally find peace,
and never find any peace again,
and never find any peace again.

In this story I’m the only one who dies,
and I go from life to death and back once more,
but I hope you won’t forget to remember me,
the one who died of love and loved you even more,
the one who died of love and loved you even more.

Maybe this fire will consume me,
and take this pain of love away,
but I hope you won’t forget to remember me,
the one who died of love and loved you even more,
the one who died of love and loved you even more.

listen to “Because I love you”

“Blurtso becomes nostalgic”

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The leaves are changing. The world is a year older and I’m a year older. But for those born this past year, the world is brand new. If you’ve been here a while it’s hard to see the world as brand new. You see things that aren’t what they used to be and become nostalgic for the way they used to be. Or maybe you just become nostalgic for the way you used to see things, when you used to see things as brand new.