Blind tasting

A pause from blind wine tasting
Then walking to an open amphitheater
Empty at the moment but with a promise
Live performance and an audience in two months
That’s how we look at time
Flowing, not always unbreakable, sometimes sidetracked
Returning back at the table, a new flight of wine
It’s harder to know the correct vintage and varietals
Noticing mixtures of tiny deviations
We are students of perfection eager
To extend the reach with misses and recoveries
Without showing true ignorance
We faintly know how to breakthrough
The boundaries and gain insights
To master the test of senses
A simple title of sommelier
Or it can be to master the erotic pantomime,
The courtship of the birds of paradise
We will all receive a slice of blueberry pie.

I would like to say

Different women on different days

which one should I choose?


I saw her walking under the cherry blossoms

almost instantly I knew I love her.


I saw her walking in the garden of roses

almost immediately I knew I love her.


different vintages, different wineries

which one should I choose

pinot noir or cabernet sauvignon?


Choosing which woman to love

or which vintage to prefer

is a matter of gravity.


I would like to say

I enjoy/love

the movie.


Imagined places

Last night I finished listening to all the lectures on Melville’s Bartleby for my Coursera on The Fiction of Relationship.

I woke up early this morning with the birds tweeting and took  photos of the Saturday clouds. After breakfast I finished Melville’s Benito Cereno and started listening to Professor Weinstein’s lectures on it.
Intermittently, I’m reading Thomas Aquinas, A Portrait by Denys Turner and Christian Wiman’s My Bright Abyss, Meditation of a Modern Believer.
Mrs. Abstract handed me Claire Messud’s The Woman Upstairs which she finished reading. She proceeded to tackle “The Emperor’s Children“.
Certain things stir ambition. Certainly the presence of Lake Tahoe, nearness of the forest, and the altitude usher in the excitement in reading. 
How are we to arrive at imagined places?
Everyone is capable of choices.
Heavy October vines, you can’t wander
Frantic measurements, walking the vineyards
You observe the canopy of leaves 
Sudden jolts of heat
Ascending the stairs unhurriedly
Each step containing surprises.
Can you learn differently
And be invisible?
You hold terroir sacred,
The source of all goodness.
Do you remember your dreams
After your first taste of wine?
You fill the glass
Swirl its full sensuality
You want your palate to find poetry
Garland of praises
With each sip you imagine 
The places, your arrival.