la cuisine

19 Feb
Kitchen - Picasso - 1948

Kitchen – Picasso – 1948

A stumble into the kitchen at 6:06 am for steeping the tea before the shower led to the discovery that my kitchen was now la cuisine.   My oven was le four, my stovetop, la cuisinière.  The cups, la tasse, and the spoons, cullère, had revolted from the native tongue and were now decorated in taped on labels for their new names. Half asleep, my mind melts.  Where am I?  What language do they speak here?  How will my life unfold from this very moment in this foreign land? A French test and a kinesthetic learner are the clues to what is occurring in my reality. But that is all too logical, especially upon first waking. Instead, I linger here, in the surreal feeling of this morning, enjoying the truth that anything is possible; dare I look out the window and see my charleston is kansas and is also paris?  Why not wonder for a bit? Join me for un tasse de thé et nous allons explorer cette terre . Don’t hesitate to help me out in my clumsy efforts, here.  When in le cuisine, old habits are made new again with the twist of the tongue.  I’ve a feeling my reality has no need to hold still for very long, anymore.

Oh, I forgot the most lovely one of all, the apple of the earth, pomme de terre, exquisite!

 Song translated:

I was dreaming of another world Where the earth would be round Where the moon would be blond And life would be fertile

I was in a deep sleep I did not see straight anymore I dreamed reality My reality I was dreaming of another earth That would remain a mystery An earth less down to earth Yes I wanted to screw it all I was walking with my eyes closed I could no longer see my feet I dreamed reality My reality pinned me to my bed I was dreaming of our world And the earth is round alright And the moon is so blond Tonight the shadows of the world are dancing For having been dreaming it motionless It found me quite futile But when budging made it turn My reality forgave me. (the shadows of the world are dancing)

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8 Responses to “la cuisine”

  1. smilecalm February 19, 2015 at 2:27 am #

    may joyful dreams
    someday 🙂

    • marga t. February 19, 2015 at 2:51 am #

      Isn’t that someday
      today?! Yes, it is!
      Thank you, David.

      • smilecalm February 19, 2015 at 3:02 am #

        thank you
        for living
        the dream, marga 🙂

  2. Hariod Brawn February 19, 2015 at 11:59 am #

    The marketing people (gawd bless ‘me) seem to hold to the notion that a bit of old continental European ‘sophistication’ will help them peddle their wares, regardless of those wares’ origins. It works of course; that’s why they do it. Chicken Royale anyone? How very sophisticated. Still, wherever we are, it’s still like this:

    • marga t. February 20, 2015 at 12:34 pm #

      Everything made these past few days in la cuisine (formally known as marga’s kitchen) does taste better, so there’s that verifiable, scientific proof for those marketeers. When it transforms back, I hope you can come over to join me for some southern sweet tea 🙂 What a wonderful world, indeed, Ms. Hariod!

      • Hariod Brawn February 20, 2015 at 12:59 pm #

        Sounds good – you’re on! H ❤

  3. M.A. February 19, 2015 at 4:56 pm #

    Por supuesto! Como Garcia Marquez y Borges y Faulkner demostran, la existencia es totalmente maravillosa, verdad? Y la lengua tambien.

    • marga t. February 20, 2015 at 12:39 pm #

      El misterio de la lengua – sueños están hechos de tal extrañeza . Mucha alegría enviado a vosotros en vuestra tierra hoy! (Is that even close to making sense? Thank you, google).

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