Lessons In Love, Loss And Italian (4)

LESSONS IN LOVE, LOSS AND ITALIAN (4)

Lessons In Love, Loss And Italian (3)

LESSONS IN LOVE, LOSS AND ITALIAN (3)

Lessons In Love, Loss And Italian (2)

LESSONS IN LOVE, LOSS AND ITALIAN (2)

Lessons In Love, Loss And Italian (1)

LESSONS IN LOVE, LOSS AND ITALIAN (1)

So far, I know how to say 'I want to have it' and 'I want to buy it': voglio averlo; voglio comprarlo.

But, there's little I want, and nothing I can buy.

My vocabulary doesn't extend to the language of love, in Italian.

I consider this a good thing.

I'm getting too old.

Mapping The Territory - Elegy (8)

MAPPING THE TERRITORY - ELEGY (8)

'I hate being sedentary.' I said.

The Priestess, she suddenly saw red.

'Well, get up off your arse,' she rudely suggested.

(And, for a moment I found myself somewhat arrested by her unnecessarily aggressive delivery.)

Mapping The Territory - Elegy (7)

MAPPING THE TERRITORY - ELEGY (7)

'I so rue the fact that I feel awful bad when I fight to ensure my own way.

'So desperate to please, I don't often speak out; and, I think what I'd never dare say.'

'And yet, dear child, you come across blunt. You seem to talk candid, albeit a front.'

'A clever facade; I speak fast and loose, but I never disclose that which gives me the blues.

'No.

'Tho' I never tell lies I keep the truth close. I rarely reveal what troubles me most.'

The Priestess massaged her pelvic bone. 'Not sure if it's cysts or a kidney stone,' she moaned.

'But, it's giving me gip, all the same.'

Mapping The Territory - Elegy (6)

MAPPING THE TERRITORY - ELEGY (6)

'Oi.'

I prodded her hard as she lay on her back; grunting and moaning, wrapped up in a sack.

'I hate this fact . . .

'We can only embrace the things we can name. But to call a thing something is never the same as the stuff that we actually feel. (It always sounds smaller, somehow.)'

Mapping The Territory - Elegy (5)

MAPPING THE TERRITORY - ELEGY (5)

'Fools.'

'Come again?'

'I cannot abide fools.'