Marcus Lopes's Blog, page 50

Now I Lay My Heart to Sleep: An Excerpt

Sean Mendonça, holed up in his office in his cozy Stockdale home in Morgan Heights where he settled in to write about an hour ago, was anxious. Quite nervous, actually. Listening to the soft hum of his laptop, the scraping of the leaves of the oak tree against his office window, the unnameable cracks and creaks of the old house — soon it would all be disturbed, hushed by a presence that seemed to possess the house — and everything in it. What do I do? was the question he had been meditating o...

Musing #4

here, in darkness
immobile
suffocating
caught in time, and
no way out

trembling,trembling still

standing guardme, wandering
in this world —or maybe it’s the next
and, I wonder:
am I real?

am here,somewhere in the darkness
cannot see the light
no reflection
no shadow
no proof of who I am
invisible …

searching,searching still

for another lifeand me in this world
I fall down,
broken
 
trying,
trying still

to lift myself up again.

Back on My Feet Again

I have been “silent” for a long time. It has felt like an eternity. After three fun and dynamic years of working exclusively on my art —writing, painting, music —I decided last October to change things up a bit. Still fully committed to my art, I was looking for a new adventure. I began looking for a day job that would allow me to practice my art while at the same time offer a unique and challenging adventure. I found such a “day job”: flight attendant. And I’m having a blast.
The seven-week...

Blessings

On this second day of 2013, it is bitterly cold here in Sherbrooke (Québec). It’s a balmy -31°C, according to the Weather Network, once the wind chill is factored in. A quick trip to the garbage bin outside proves that this is so!
While the cold rages outside, my heart is warm and tingling. The New Year is still new, and I have already been blessed. You see, as 2012 drew to a close, I was yearning for some type of connection to a world that, for better or for worse, I felt completely at odds...

The Call

Written Monday, 26 November 2012

The sun is shining brightly through the coffee shop windows. It feels warm against my skin, too warm I want to say, but I know that outside the air is cool and crisp. I am currently, as I write, in Montréal, on Sainte-Catherine Street. My routine has been completely turned on its head, but it is great to be back in the “big city” again, to be swept up in the vibe and energy of la grande métropole.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the creative process. Actua...

Snapshot

The light streaming into my bedroom woke me up this morning. I decided not to close the curtains last night, tired of sleeping in, tired of being tired. It didn’t work. When the light first caught my eye, around twenty minutes past seven, I closed my eyes tight and drew the white duvet over my head. “Ten more minutes,” I told myself, tossing from side to side, hoping to fall back asleep. Each time I opened my eyes after that, my head felt heavier and heavier, my body more lethargic and dense...

Musing #3

The Room We're Always Never in Together

I.

He speaks to me,breaking the glacial silence
plastered on the walls of the room
we’re always never
in together;
clinging to his every word
holding me hostage —
swept up in the phantasmagoria
of a dream (receding) that
ofttimes dresses up the
sorrow living here — and
I tremble, trembling still.

For time has shiftedthe way we once were:
him ‘moving forward’ as if
I come from nowhere,
going nowhere fast and
trying, still, to
breach the heaviness of this
...

Musing #2

Joy is Marching in my Heart

Night falls,
and I would dream
of a world
living without me;
not really knowing
if I would wake
and remember the beauty
of yesterday.

Almost by chance
you came to me
in gentle flight
upon my wings;
just when I thought
that I would die
you touched my heart
and gave me life:

Joy is marching in my heart.

Today, tomorrow,
when time shall end
too hard to say
how long this love will last;
so let me now—
wholly and unabashed—
give myself to thee,
lift up my voice and sing:

Joy is marching in my he...

If I Were Running for the Leadership of the Liberal Party ...

I’m not running for the leadership of the Liberal Party of Canada. But if I were to enter the leadership race, this is, perhaps, what I might say, not only to Liberals, but to Canadians.
My fellow Canadians,
There is before us today, not a monumental task, but a phenomenal opportunity of renewal — for our party, for our country. It is a time when we must not only redefine what it means to be a Liberal, but it is a time to once again define what it means to be Canadian. It is a time for us to l...

Rest

For the last two weeks, I’ve been “holed up” at home with a foot injury that is slow to heal. Two weeks of not running. Two weeks of hobbling around, attempting to not put too much pressure on my bad foot, and cringing with each step. The pain is still that bad. This morning, and in spite of the pain, I walked to the grocery store to pick up a few items.
Despite my injured foot, I have not rested. It is a hard lesson for me to learn at times, learning to rest. With running no longer on the da...