Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Sarah's Heart.

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Hi! I'm Sarah from Sadie Designs and I am so thrilled to be guest posting on Micaela's blog while she's travelling! Our friendship is born out of having a lot in common, from favourite bands to favourite blogs.  I love Micaela's little corner of the internet and hope that someday we're lucky enough to meet at Shake Shack in NYC and eat veggie burgers and ice cream together.

My heart in...

A picture:

sarah and jeff

This photo was taken of my boyfriend Jeff and I by a post in Haarlem in the Netherlands. We put the camera there and made several attempts at getting something as awesome as this. This was near the end of one of the bigger trips that we've done together. We'd gotten engaged just a few days earlier and spent much of our time travelling with a couple of our best friends in the world. There are nothing but happy memories wrapped up in this photo for me. I love it and am so looking forward to our wedding this fall.

A poem:

Governors on Sominex
by David Berman

It had been four days of no weather
as if nature had conceded its genius to the indoors.

They'd closed down the Bureau of Sad Endings
and my wife sat on the couch and read the paper out loud.

The evening edition carried the magic death of a child
backlit by a construction site sunrise on its front page.

I kept my back to her and fingered the items on the mantle.

Souvenirs only reminded you of buying them.


The moon hung solid over the boarded-up Hobby Shop.

P.K. was in the precinct house, using his one phone call
to dedicate a song to Tammy, for she was the light
by which he traveled into this and that.

And out in the city, out in the wide readership,
his younger brother was kicking an ice bucket
in the woods behind the Marriott,

his younger brother who was missing that part of the brain
that allows you to make out with your pillow.

Poor kid.

It was the light in things that made them last.


Tammy called her caseworker from a closed gas station
to relay ideas unaligned with the world we loved.

The tall grass bent in the wind like tachometer needles
and he told her to hang in there, slowly repeating
the number of the Job Info Line.

She hung up and glared at the Killbuck Sweet Shoppe.
The words that had been running through her head,
"employees must wash hands before returning to work,"
kept repeating and the sky looked dead.


Hedges formed the long limousine a Tampa sky could die behind.
A sailor stood on the wharf with a clipper ship
reflected on the skin of the bell pepper he held.

He'd had mouthwash at the inn and could still feel
the ice blue carbon pinwheels spinning in his mouth.

There were no new ways to understand the world, 
only new days to set our understandings against.

Through the lanes came virgins in tennis shoes,
their hair shining like videotape,

singing us into a kind of sleep we hadn't tried yet.

Each page was a new chance to understand the last.

And somehow the sea was always there to make you feel stupid.

A song:

This was a hard one for me to choose, but I knew that my heart in a song would probably have to be Bill Callahan. I was lucky enough to see him live once (and unlucky enough to just miss seeing him live a bunch of other times) and he remains, 100%, my go to guy for any and every mood that strikes. This one's a bit of a heartbreaker, but I really wanted a video of him performing live. He is magical.

A quote:

He chose The Metamorphosis over The Trial, he chose Bartleby over Moby Dick, he chose A Simple Heart over Bouvard and Pecuchet, and A Christmas Carol over A Tale of Two Cities or The Pickwick Papers. What a sad paradox, though Amalfitano. Now even bookish pharmacists are afraid to take on the great, imperfect, torrential works, books that blaze paths into the unknown. They choose the perfect exercises of the great masters. Or what amounts to the same thing: they want to watch the great masters spar, but they have no interest in real combat, when the great masters struggle against that something, that something that terrifies us all, that something that cows us and spurs us on, amid blood and mortal wounds and stench."

-Roberto BolaƱo, 2666

This quote changed my life. After I encountered it I began reading long novels and books that I was intimidated by and have never looked back.

An item of clothing:

grandma bag

My favourite clothing-like piece is a leather clutch by Forestbound, but it's not really clothing, per se. So instead I offer a photograph of some fabric that I bought last year. I love sewing and making things and hope someday to make a piece of clothing that I can be really proud of (and actually wear)...these cottons got turned into summer tote bags last year.

A place:

the high line

Finally, I think I would love to be that grounded person who would offer a picture of home as the place their heart resides, but mine lives in Vancouver with me as well as all of the other cities that I've called home. Not to mention Portland, Seattle, Amsterdam, Paris, London, Barcelona, and New York. Etc. 

My heart has wanderlust, there's no two ways about it.


Claudia said...

I love that picture of the pretty flower fabric... :)

Erin {pughs' news} said...

This is a lovely post. Sarah has a beautiful heart.

Annie Cristina said...

Thank you for sharing that poem. Yes, Sarah does have a beautiful heart. :)

Gale said...

I loved seeing sarah's heart here...such a smart adventurous woman she is:)

Claire Kiefer said...

Awww I loved reading Sarah's! So glad she was one of your guests. :) Beautiful picture, inspiring quote, etc.

missy. said...

i hope you get to make something that you can wear and feel fabulous about. congrats on your engagement!

Stina G said...

Sarah, we need to hang out more. You're too cool.

The quote you chose reminded me of stuff I had to read for school and how some of the stuff that I maybe didn't "enjoy," the way I enjoy novels I chose on my own, sort of got under my skin because they opened things up and made me think in ways I hadn't before. That came out really convoluted, I hope it makes sense. I am trying to say great quote! Hear hear! I usually stick with the "safe" choices when I read but have a few of those other ones that maybe I should delve into soon :)

Also, that horseshoe fabric is awesome.


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