Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Why am I hooked to Tyler Knott's Poems...

I don't know why his poems fascinate me one moment and the next moment I am like, really Tyler... that's not healthy. I mean the flow of words, the way he uses them; 'walk slowly across the earth of you' and 'slivers of you'... see what I mean. Who thinks like that, who comes up with sentences like that... I love that aspect of his poetry. The way he effortlessly weaves words into sentences that you've never thought could be formed like the way Tyler forms them. I love the language in them, the way these phrases make me stop and want to go over them again. But when I get to the meaning behind them, I am a little incredulous by the way he feels... he gets lost in his feelings, and it goes beyond my understanding. I don't know how you can feel to such extremes, I mean, I know it is possible.. but it's not healthy for your sanity. Obviously he's a poet and that's what they do, go to the extremes in their poems... but in real life, logic has to always prevail. You can't live and breathe and exist for only one person, that is absurd. That's why I like his travel poems or his inspirational poems more than the romantic poems he keeps churning out. That aside, some of his poems about passion are pretty nice... too cute for words. I wish I had known about him when Nam was getting married, I would have definitely invited him to be her wedding photographer... he seems like a pretty cool guy to hang out with. 

Anyway, I think this poem above is like Annie's Song by John Denver. The poet is lost in her, she fills up his senses... he cannot see beyond her. He is made up of pieces of her, and she doesn't seem to realise it. So as he is roaming in her world, something about her pierces him and this makes him happy cause she finally sees that he is totally into her.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Annecy, France...

Annecy in France, is located about forty five minutes from Geneva and every last Saturday of the month, a huge flea market is held in the old town. So we decided to drop in on the last Saturday of October 2013, and weren't we in for a pleasant surprise! There were so many trinkets, antiques, paintings, and an assortment of things being sold for reasonably good prices... it was fun walking around, revelling in the sights and the sounds of a beautiful French town.
Saw this pretty house on the way to the old town in Annecy...
Entering the old town...
Ah, these bells... I wanted to buy one, but they are so heavy.
Cute stuff...
Wooden clogs...
Antique perforated spoons...
A painting...
Paintings, sofas and other stuff...
This winged being caught my eye...
A picture of Jesus...
That girl in the painting looks real...
I really liked these pictures...
Especially this one of the bridge...
This cute little fellow was observing us...
This fellow was taking a nap...
Books on display...
Assortment of cups...
There were pretty white dresses like this, beautiful embroidered lace, pretty baptism clothes...
A picture of the photographer...
Annecy is also known as the Venice of Savoie, cause of these peaceful canals that flow through the old town. I think Annecy is prettier than Venice though, it's nestled at the foot of the Alps (as seen in the picture above) and the snow capped peaks with the flowers everywhere and the turquoise waters makes this place incredibly beautiful... 
Interesting bow and a guitar and some paintings...
Walking through the old town... 
Stopping at a pub...
Checking out more bells...
Coffee and pepper grinders... we bought one of these pepper grinders and the parents love it. 
Trinkets...
More bells... 
Cute spice rack...
A guy playing the Swiss hang drum... 
Cute lavender and soap scented pouches...
The earrings my sister bought in Yverdon...
The bracelet she bought in Lourdes...
My brother is a food connoisseur and every time he accompanied us, we would eat authentic French cuisine... here he ordered some snails and this was the first time I tasted them. They were slimy and with all those spices, pretty tasty too.
A salad I ordered, those are cheese balls on top... they didn't taste that great.
A nice picture at the restaurant... 
Charming Annecy...
A church we saw on the way...
Cathedral Saint Pierre...
A rusted armour...
Picturesque Annecy...
Spotted a John Grisham book...
Interesting things...
This worn out statue stopped me in my tracks... there is beauty in this child's stance...
Pretty no?
Pretty tea pots...
A place to drink French wine...
Braided hair on these men... 
A statue preening herself...
Picked up this glass jug too at the flea market...