photo credit: chachahavana
Bonjour, mes amis! Konnichiwa!
The other day, I found this wonderful poem by Beth Ann Fennelly, and it made me think how very Japanese I am.
Unlike the narrator of the poem, I don’t even have to pledge to be more reserved. I am, after all, the subtle avocado in the middle of a California roll, that first light of day (never glaring), the first one to bow in your presence. I rarely wear yellow, worship at the temple of tempura, and prefer to speak in hushed tones. Wrap me in a kimono, and with small, silent steps, I’ll follow you home, and grace your life with the fragrance of haiku.
And yet, I wonder, is it too late to be French? I really do want to sound smart, and have been passionate about Le Monocle de Mon Oncle for quite some time. I don’t even need to read the whole poem anymore, just the title, and the smartness oozes out of me like le pus d’acnéique. I am very fond of berets, boating parties, and fresh baguettes in bicycle baskets.
Smart Jama: Comment allez vous?
Regular Jama: Hey.
Smart Jama: C’est dommage.
Regular Jama: Tough bananas.
Okay, it’s settled. I will speak French in my kimono.
Meanwhile, you really should read this poem:
I NEED TO BE MORE FRENCH. OR JAPANESE.
by Beth Ann Fennelly
Magnolia, just opening (with Japanese restraint).
Photo credit: Mary Faith
Then I wouldn’t prefer the California wine,
its big sugar, big fruit rolling down my tongue,
a cornucopia spilled across a tacky tablecloth.
I’d prefer the French, its smoke and rot.
Said Cézanne: Le monde — c’est terrible!
Which means, The world — it bites the big weenie.
People sound smarter in French.
The Japanese prefer the crescent moon to the full,
prefer the rose before it blooms.
Oh, I have been to the temples of Kyoto,
I have stood on the Pont Neuf, and my eyes,
they drank it in, but my taste buds
shuffled along in the beer line at Wrigley Field.
It was the day they gave out foam fingers.
(Rest is here.)
Magnolia, post peak (très français). Photo credit: oceandesetoiles
Le Roundup is at The Drift Record today, hosted by Madame Larios.
Here’s a little something for the road.
If you’re Japanese, Arigato!
photo credit: crispy teriyaki
If you’re French, merci beaucoup!
photo credit: amalthya
You spoil me, you really do.