The Waitress
Perhaps it is time for a change. I have a new toy. Its back has been engraved with my favourite words still ringing with sheer truth even though they have been quoted by me ever since my live journal days.
It is a hope-and-a-half:
Too much and too little at once.
Rilke is one of my favourite poets. I have been introduced to him by a teacher in the choral scene. The poem, ‘The Wait’ was then used as a prologue to a short film that I wrote and co-produced with a group of friends. It made several appearances in my blogs – a familiar stranger that seems to sum up the resignation perfectly after an episode of disappointment and make up an excuse for the state of limbo one lapses into now and then. I smiled when my dear friends found solace in these words that spell really nothing but ambivalence. S momo quoted once before in her blog and J momo has it plastered as a facade on her blog and have a tumblr that is named after one of the lines in the poem. Named after. I’m really worshipping this, am I not?
I wonder whether it has slowly defined me – the Waitress.
