Hi everyone, and welcome to the new Words for the Weekend site. Whether you are a new friend or an old friend–err, sorry that sounds bad, how about established friend?–or even just a quiet follower, I’m glad you’re here.
If you’re new and are curious about the blog and/or series, feel free to check out the “About” page. And if you see a header image you like and are curious about–there are several images set to rotation–see the “Featured Artwork” page for artist information. There are also thumbnails you can click on to see the piece in full.
I’m wrapping up the Weekend Words series over on my other blog, RoS, this upcoming weekend (October 12), and then I anticipate this site “going live” the next Saturday, October 19.
While you are here, feel free to offer suggestions for blog layout or content. I tried to make the site cozy and comfortable; I even included a “jukebox” in the sidebar of songs that I’ll rotate in and out. (Edited to add: the 2011 theme does not allow sidebars on post-pages, so please view from the home page if interested; a mini-jukebox can be found in the footers from any page.) I’d like it to be a place you can peruse at your leisure, either with your weekend morning coffee or when you just need an escape from the daily grind.
I’ll be importing a handful of Weekend Words volumes over the next few days should you desire some material to peruse. Of course you are welcome to catch-up on past volumes over at RoS if you’d like by clicking HERE; I’ll plan to leave the posts up indefinitely.
So again, I welcome you and I thank you for being here. At the risk of sounding like a stuffy hotel, please let me know if there’s anything I can do to make your stay more enjoyable. I’ll be seeing you on the 19th.
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you have ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Derek Walcott, Collected Poems 1948-1984, New York, Farrar Straus Giroux, 1986.