{"id":7412,"date":"2011-09-08T21:25:30","date_gmt":"2011-09-08T19:25:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=7412"},"modified":"2011-09-08T21:25:30","modified_gmt":"2011-09-08T19:25:30","slug":"five-longing-notes-on-a-counter-note","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=7412","title":{"rendered":"Five Longing Notes on a Counter-note"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>A poetic game in five stages.<\/em><\/p>\n<p align=right>by Ioana Jucan<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=center>Hand-Made<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\nLying<br \/>\nin your own hands<br \/>\nat the time that was riper than ever before and again<br \/>\nwas not the situation<br \/>\nentirely.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nAll along<br \/>\nwere you planning on<!--more--><br \/>\nmaking the step to move forward and beyond<br \/>\nthat coming together for the first time<br \/>\nwith that that was supposed to happen.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nReachable<br \/>\nwith the empty hand<br \/>\nbegan to become the impression of being here and somewhere else<br \/>\naltogether not home<br \/>\nnot home all together.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nHanded down<br \/>\nfrom generation to generation<br \/>\nof those who enact by those who enlist<br \/>\nyour remaining<br \/>\nopen-handed<br \/>\nstands no reserves.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=center>Longings<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\nFor how long?<br \/>\nI have been hoping you\u2019ll come<br \/>\nFor as long as I\u2019ve been saying it<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nI have been<br \/>\nLonging all the time<br \/>\nPining for a sign<br \/>\nLeaning against<br \/>\nThe long edge<br \/>\nOf the old door.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nA long time<br \/>\nThe light<br \/>\nStayed on.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nBefore long<br \/>\nTime grew<br \/>\nOut of joint<br \/>\nSwitched out<br \/>\nThe hinges<br \/>\nIn the house<br \/>\nI grew tired<br \/>\nNever seemed<br \/>\nTo be rusting.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nYou are coming<br \/>\nAre you not<br \/>\nPlaying. Hearing. Rattling.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nI cringed<br \/>\nYou did not<br \/>\nCall.<br \/>\nI called<br \/>\nYou did not<br \/>\nWrite.<br \/>\nI wrote<br \/>\nYou did not<br \/>\nText.<br \/>\nBack<br \/>\nWhere<br \/>\nI began to hope.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nLong-drawn out discussions never followed<br \/>\nLong-distance calls were never made<br \/>\nLong-playing records never got listened to<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nThe odds<br \/>\nWere long<br \/>\nBefore I<br \/>\nCut you<br \/>\nOff.<br \/>\nThe list<br \/>\nGrew longer<br \/>\nAnd longer<br \/>\nBefore you<br \/>\nGot crossed off.<br \/>\nThe longest<br \/>\nYou could<br \/>\nTake you<br \/>\nTook. Longing<br \/>\nThe door opened. You went off. On and off.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nStop<br \/>\nWatch<br \/>\nSo long!<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=center>Replying<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n       Immaterial page: four lines, a name<br \/>\nhit&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;\t\t\t\t\t     loading<br \/>\n       off off it goes: send sent<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nPlay back the news<br \/>\nMake the link anew<br \/>\nLet the ongoing line<br \/>\nRemake love in time.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nFold the expectations one<br \/>\non top of another:<br \/>\non surfaces of desires<br \/>\nexquisite and twisted away.<br \/>\nTwist the whole way<br \/>\nthrough old piled letters:<br \/>\nthrough a pretended grin<br \/>\nexquisite and twisted away.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nUntil it begins crumbling<br \/>\nTumbling line over line.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=center>\nFaces on Sunday<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\nPeople are sleeping. People are always sleeping.<br \/>\n&#8211; Pippins peeping through the looking glass<br \/>\nBitten by the peep of dawn<br \/>\nWhen they peep their heads through the door.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nA smiling mouth smiles only in a human face \u2013<br \/>\nTurning the lips into lines and the cheeks into apples<br \/>\nInto circles<br \/>\nMoving, staring into the sun<br \/>\nUntil the day gets lost.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nPeople are talking. People are always talking.<br \/>\n&#8211; Asking and replying with their mouths<br \/>\nFull of words<br \/>\nLonging, making signs with their hands<br \/>\nWhen they are feeling misunderstood.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nA smiling mouth smiles only in a human face \u2013<br \/>\nMaking it look like a sundial<br \/>\nA hand-made sundial<br \/>\nTurning its hands, staring into the sun<br \/>\nUntil it becomes obsolete.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nFinally, it\u2019s time for a break.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=center>Tea break<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\nThe day was begun with a tea<br \/>\nfollowed<br \/>\nby a tea break \u2013<br \/>\na cup break<br \/>\nmeant to wake<br \/>\nthe entire house up.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nIt brings. Luck. Make it. Stop. The alarm. Clock.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nBreakfast was made available<br \/>\nplentiful<br \/>\nlike props on a stage \u2013<br \/>\nat an early stage<br \/>\nof cherished<br \/>\ndevelopment.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nAlmost fallen. Off. The edge. Of. The table.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nThe rest was spent in no time<br \/>\nfollowed by tomorrow<br \/>\ntimid but melting \u2013<br \/>\nmelting into oblivion<br \/>\nas only clocks<br \/>\nare known to melt.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nIt remains. Unclear. Why tomorrows. Come. Much faster. Than. The days. Before. In spite. Of. The theatrical. Beginning.   <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A poetic game in five stages. by Ioana Jucan &nbsp; Hand-Made &nbsp; Lying in your own hands at the time that was riper than ever before and again was not the situation entirely. &nbsp; All along were you planning on<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[739,77],"tags":[1153,1123,346],"class_list":["post-7412","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-32","category-english","tag-egophobia-32","tag-english","tag-ioana-jucan"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-1Vy","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7412","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7412"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7412\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7416,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7412\/revisions\/7416"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7412"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7412"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7412"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}