My first three blogs were called Mexi Movie. I’m ready for a film of my life. In fact, this is what my blog is. A film with lots of doors.
Prompt 14: “Today’s challenge is a fun one: write a poem that takes the form of the opening scene of the movie of your life.“
Nine years ago was 14th of April just like today, except everything was new.
The Mexi Movie In the first scene, a pretty door presents itself. It opens and the words come rolling up: “On this day nine years ago”. A little car is showed on the map slowly making progress across the border into Italy until the sign says TUSCANY. It’s a cartoon, and I who am watching it in the cinema with my parents am five and crying, just like when I realised that one day my mother would turn 50. Why Italy? I don’t even like Italians that much. And where is this Tuscany anyway? So FAR? How about my parents? Why do I leave them? (More crying.) I love my blog because it’s so much like the film of my life. I have a producer, the theme is set but the pages I must fill myself. And you make an excellent audience.
In photos, the doors and other glimpses from my first two weeks in Italy. Most are from our home and our first trip to Tuscania on May the 1st 2013. We had to wait two more months to get bestia. I needed another year to start blogging and two more years to discover something called Thursday Doors, and yet my eyes and my camera were on them already.
And now? Onwards.
The last day in my NaPoWriMo history
2018: Follow your dreams
A shark is a predator, but you shall, you claim, be a sheep dog. A predator too, with priorities straight. A wobbly table: In our house? Never. You shall even change screws for aesthetic reasons. And for ever. (Read all.)
2019: Six years of practice
Hard to know what he means sometimes if a word starts with H. In his language it’s silent. And illarious. So we eat the furnace when cold and heat fruit and salad. At hate o’clock he tells them: “I eight mosquitoes.”
2020: I have a dog
I have a dog. My dog has four legs and an attitude. I have a record player. On my record player there is more dust than records. I have a sister. My sister is far. I have two coats. One to keep me warm, the other to keep me cool. I have a plant. I have a plant to see if I can keep something alive in my room. I have Marco. I have Marco because I love him. I haven’t seen a match in years. I have a body. With the body I don’t do much at all. I have destruction. We all do. Destruction is getting visible.
2021: Nomen is oh, man!
I inherited Mexi, the nickname of my father, just that his is spelled Meksi; both mean something larger. ... But nomen est omen, no hiding the plot: So I eat and watch movies. Rather a lot.
This day in my blogging history
2014: “Computations have been made by experts. With these pills, you save fifty-three minutes in every week.”
“And what do I do with those fifty-three minutes?”
“Anything you like . . .”
“As for me,” said the little prince to himself, “if I had fifty-three minutes to spend as I liked, I should walk at my leisure toward a spring of fresh water.”
—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry: “The Little Prince”, Chapter 23