THE only IMPORTANT message is:
the PRESENT CHANGES the PAST...
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
Monday, November 28, 2016
near sleep
who is to see
that the waves
must be in Hawaii,
Mombasa or Rio
the waves
need no place
with a glorious
name and sight,
need no tourists
with their goddamn
shouts of awesome
and wow and oooo
waves are waves
and i listen,
sand and stones
move inside
in the in between
of awake and sleep,
the primeval tide
of coming and going
this is solitude,
sound in stillness,
i told the gulls
to stay away
and i sink and fall
and leave be
me and you
for a breath in time
tomorrow,
tomorrow may be
i find a home
together with you
in this in between,
riding these waves
inside and so near
afloat in dream
together and alone
resting on time
as if it was a sea
or wind
but now
now i will sleep.
now you will.
i will send
you my waves
whispering in your ear
for a moment
only now and now
my ear on your chest
like on a seashell
i will listen
for secret answers
here is peace
tourists forbidden
dogs allowed
good night
that the waves
must be in Hawaii,
Mombasa or Rio
the waves
need no place
with a glorious
name and sight,
need no tourists
with their goddamn
shouts of awesome
and wow and oooo
waves are waves
and i listen,
sand and stones
move inside
in the in between
of awake and sleep,
the primeval tide
of coming and going
this is solitude,
sound in stillness,
i told the gulls
to stay away
and i sink and fall
and leave be
me and you
for a breath in time
tomorrow,
tomorrow may be
i find a home
together with you
in this in between,
riding these waves
inside and so near
afloat in dream
together and alone
resting on time
as if it was a sea
or wind
but now
now i will sleep.
now you will.
i will send
you my waves
whispering in your ear
for a moment
only now and now
my ear on your chest
like on a seashell
i will listen
for secret answers
here is peace
tourists forbidden
dogs allowed
good night
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Willie Nelson , Rainbow Connection
"rainbows are visions but only illusions":
of course totally wrong, they are as real as you and me
and they are..rainbows
"There's something that I'm supposed to be"
of course totally wrong, they are as real as you and me
and they are..rainbows
"There's something that I'm supposed to be"
The Illusion of Memory , Alan Watts
.."the ridiculous situation of being a dog wagged by it's tail"..:-)
Saturday, November 26, 2016
Yes ,And You And I
A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream,
Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes.
As a foundation left to create the spiral aim,
A movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes.
As a foundation left to create the spiral aim,
A movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Changed only for a sight of sound, the space agreed.
Between the picture of time behind the face of need,
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Oh.
Between the picture of time behind the face of need,
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Oh.
Turn round tailor,
Coins and
Assaulting all the mornings of the
Crosses
Interest shown,
Never know
Presenting one another to the cord,
Their fruitless worth;
All left dying, rediscovered
Cords are broken,
Of the door that turned round,
Locked inside
To close the cover,
The mother earth.
All the interest shown,
They won't
To turn one another, to the sign
Hide, hold, they won't
At the time
Tell you, watching the world,
To float your climb.
Watching all of the world,
Watching us go by.
Coins and
Assaulting all the mornings of the
Crosses
Interest shown,
Never know
Presenting one another to the cord,
Their fruitless worth;
All left dying, rediscovered
Cords are broken,
Of the door that turned round,
Locked inside
To close the cover,
The mother earth.
All the interest shown,
They won't
To turn one another, to the sign
Hide, hold, they won't
At the time
Tell you, watching the world,
To float your climb.
Watching all of the world,
Watching us go by.
And you and I climb over the sea to the valley,
And you and I reached out for reasons to call.
And you and I reached out for reasons to call.
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
As a movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the side of seeds of life with you.
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
As a movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the side of seeds of life with you.
Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured door of time;
Insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme.
There'll be no mutant enemy we shall certify;
Political ends, as sad remains, will die.
Reach out as forward tastes begin to enter you.
Ooh, ooh.
Insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme.
There'll be no mutant enemy we shall certify;
Political ends, as sad remains, will die.
Reach out as forward tastes begin to enter you.
Ooh, ooh.
I listened hard but could not see
Life tempo change out and inside me.
The preacher trained in all to lose his name;
The teacher travels, asking to be shown the same.
In the end, we'll agree, we'll accept, we'll immortalise
That the truth of the man maturing in his eyes,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Life tempo change out and inside me.
The preacher trained in all to lose his name;
The teacher travels, asking to be shown the same.
In the end, we'll agree, we'll accept, we'll immortalise
That the truth of the man maturing in his eyes,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
As a moment regained and regarded both the same,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
A clearer future, morning, evening, nights with you.
As a moment regained and regarded both the same,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
A clearer future, morning, evening, nights with you.
And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning.
And you and I reach over the sun for the river.
And you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement.
And you and I called over valleys of endless seas.
And you and I reach over the sun for the river.
And you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement.
And you and I called over valleys of endless seas.
The Sound of Silence ...
sound of silence
who can sing the
sound of silence
who can translate
the voice of the heart
it is the listener
the witness
who can bridge
the in between
in the stillness
when birds' song
softly pauses
and the wind
makes the branches
tremble before
the rain will fall
then all green
sighs release
and birds will
sing again of the
holiness of silence
who can sing the
sound of silence
who can translate
the voice of the heart
it is the listener
the witness
who can bridge
the in between
in the stillness
when birds' song
softly pauses
and the wind
makes the branches
tremble before
the rain will fall
then all green
sighs release
and birds will
sing again of the
holiness of silence
bridge over troubled water, diary notes
here now 14.30 , cars driving with headlights on,
all is grey and the sky starts to darken.
inside i found another space, there is light, it opens,
i stretched in it to enjoy a slow day.
i am even not so sad as i could be
when i start to think.
the bridge over troubled water...,listening again to this
wonderful song, i see i am the bridge over mine,
but i cannot reach you and you cannot reach me.
we cannot bridge our troubled waters together.
we are stuck on the bridge.
it just is as it is.
somewhere across i lost my wings, i walk there,
i pick them up and fly my own way.
and now..i go to make a fire to keep me warm
and i will play with paint. i missed it,
last time was March 2015.
much time has passed, time passed with absence,
longing, conflict´and self recognition, work, exhaustion,
frustration, illness, fear, pain, rare joy and abrupt endings,
the heart opening and closing,
reaching out and going inside.
when all this will not make sense anymore
i must find another way, a-way.
because alone it just doesn't make any sense.
alone i am nothing on this way.
then there must be another one for me
even if i have to cut it out of the bush and jungles
and stones ahead.
looking through my window all is getting darker, now.
sela.
all is grey and the sky starts to darken.
inside i found another space, there is light, it opens,
i stretched in it to enjoy a slow day.
i am even not so sad as i could be
when i start to think.
the bridge over troubled water...,listening again to this
wonderful song, i see i am the bridge over mine,
but i cannot reach you and you cannot reach me.
we cannot bridge our troubled waters together.
we are stuck on the bridge.
it just is as it is.
somewhere across i lost my wings, i walk there,
i pick them up and fly my own way.
and now..i go to make a fire to keep me warm
and i will play with paint. i missed it,
last time was March 2015.
much time has passed, time passed with absence,
longing, conflict´and self recognition, work, exhaustion,
frustration, illness, fear, pain, rare joy and abrupt endings,
the heart opening and closing,
reaching out and going inside.
when all this will not make sense anymore
i must find another way, a-way.
because alone it just doesn't make any sense.
alone i am nothing on this way.
then there must be another one for me
even if i have to cut it out of the bush and jungles
and stones ahead.
looking through my window all is getting darker, now.
sela.
quotes, lecture, Will Self, Scottish Book Week
"What Nabokov seems to have understood intuitively is what neuroscience is now proving: reading fiction enables a deeply memorable engagement with our sense of space and place."
...
"This is the so-called “tyranny of film”: editing methods that compel our attention, rather than leaving us free to absorb the narrative in our own way."
...
"This is the so-called “visualisation hypothesis” that proposes that people – and children in particular – find it harder not only to remember film as against spoken or written narratives, but also to come up with novel responses to them, because the amount of information they’re given, together with its determinate nature, forecloses imaginative response."
..
"But it may be the case that our children are in the larval stage of a new form of human being, one which no longer depends on their ability to tell the others where the food is. Why? Because, of course, they know where it is already, due to the absolute fluidity and ubiquity of bi-directional digital media. Indeed, there may not be any need to tell the others where the food is in the future, because in an important sense there are no others."
https://www.theguardian.com/books/2016/nov/25/will-self-humans-evolving-need-stories?CMP=share_btn_link
...
"This is the so-called “tyranny of film”: editing methods that compel our attention, rather than leaving us free to absorb the narrative in our own way."
...
"This is the so-called “visualisation hypothesis” that proposes that people – and children in particular – find it harder not only to remember film as against spoken or written narratives, but also to come up with novel responses to them, because the amount of information they’re given, together with its determinate nature, forecloses imaginative response."
..
"But it may be the case that our children are in the larval stage of a new form of human being, one which no longer depends on their ability to tell the others where the food is. Why? Because, of course, they know where it is already, due to the absolute fluidity and ubiquity of bi-directional digital media. Indeed, there may not be any need to tell the others where the food is in the future, because in an important sense there are no others."
https://www.theguardian.com/books/2016/nov/25/will-self-humans-evolving-need-stories?CMP=share_btn_link
"heart", a quote, Palmer J.Palmer
“Heart” comes from the Latin cor and points not merely to our emotions but to the core of the self, that center place where all of our ways of knowing converge — intellectual, emotional, sensory, intuitive, imaginative, experiential, relational, and bodily, among others. The heart is where we integrate what we know in our minds with what we know in our bones, the place where our knowledge can become more fully human. Cor is also the Latin root from which we get the word courage. When all that we understand of self and world comes together in the center place called the heart, we are more likely to find the courage to act humanely on what we know.
The politics of our time is the “politics of the brokenhearted” — an expression that will not be found in the analytical vocabulary of political science or in the strategic rhetoric of political organizing. Instead, it is an expression for the language of human wholeness. There are some human experiences that only the heart can comprehend and only heart-talk can convey."
from: Palmer J. Palmer, Healing the Heart of Democracy
squaring the circle
To where is this way
leaving algebra
for abracadabra,
finding pi
and to use
transcendence
for squaring the circle
when nobody can do it?
Noli turbare circulos meos,
o Archimedes, shouting
you didn't notice
death coming
the sword of
a simple soldier
ending equations
and approximations
and your circles
crossed, the sand
soaked with blood
for no sense at all
What is this way
to find pi
and not to
understand
ever
but circling
only to square
and then to die?
is death
the only key
to transcendence
or can we let circles
just be circles
and fill our cup
and empty it
enjoying the taste?
leaving algebra
for abracadabra,
finding pi
and to use
transcendence
for squaring the circle
when nobody can do it?
Noli turbare circulos meos,
o Archimedes, shouting
you didn't notice
death coming
the sword of
a simple soldier
ending equations
and approximations
and your circles
crossed, the sand
soaked with blood
for no sense at all
What is this way
to find pi
and not to
understand
ever
but circling
only to square
and then to die?
is death
the only key
to transcendence
or can we let circles
just be circles
and fill our cup
and empty it
enjoying the taste?
Bjork ,The anchor song
I live by the ocean
And during the night
I dive into it
Down to the bottom
Underneath all currents
And drop my anchor
As this is where I'm staying
This is my home
And during the night
I dive into it
Down to the bottom
Underneath all currents
And drop my anchor
As this is where I'm staying
This is my home
I live by the ocean
And during the night
I dive into it
Down to the bottom
Underneath all currents
And drop my anchor
As this is where I'm staying
This is my home
And during the night
I dive into it
Down to the bottom
Underneath all currents
And drop my anchor
As this is where I'm staying
This is my home
Friday, November 25, 2016
River Man, Nick Drake
"Going to see the river man
Going to tell him all I can
About the ban
On feeling free.
Going to tell him all I can
About the ban
On feeling free.
If he tells me all he knows
About the way his river flows
I don't suppose
It's meant for me."
About the way his river flows
I don't suppose
It's meant for me."
Ramon , Laurie Anderson
Last night I saw a host of angels and they were all singing different songs
and it sounded like a lot of lawnmowers mowing down my lawn
and up above kerjillions of stars spangled all over the sky.
They were spirals turning turning in the deep blue night.
and suddenly for no reason the way that angels leave the ground
they left in a kind of vortex travelling at the speed of sound. and just
as i started to leave just as I turned to go I saw a man who'd fallen,
he was lying on his back in the snow. some people walk on water,
some people walk on broken glass ,some just walk round and round.
In their dreams some just keep falling down. so when you see a man
who's broken pick him up and carry him and when you see a woman who's
broken put her all into your arms cause we don't know where we come from,
we don't know what we are.
so when you see a man who's broken pick him up and carry him
and when you see a woman who's broken put her all into your arms
cause we don't know where we come from.
We don't know what we are. and you? you're no one and you?
you're falling and you?
you're travelling travelling at the speed of light. and you?
you're no one and you? you're falling and you?
you're travelling travelling at speed of light.
**OSCAR NOMINATED** Stop Motion Animated Film "THE GOD & THE FLY" by Kon...
it is always the small things disturbing us ..
even in our holy peace..when we cannot take care of
the small things we will surely fail..
even in our holy peace..when we cannot take care of
the small things we will surely fail..
freedom
freedom
freedom they called,
one thousand mouths
open as one
freedom
freedom they called
raising their hands
one thousand guns
sounding like one
freedom
freedom they called
who made them call
who made them shoot
freedom they called
then the children cried
thirsty, hungry,
covered with blood
one thousand children
as one
the dying covered
the living
we suffocate, they shouted
then they stopped
freedom,
freedom they called
following delusion
again they started to run
killing the many as one
who shouts
freedom
does not know
how much work it is
to leave prison.
humans i see
wish to be free of pain
and free of fear.
they do not wish
for love, for kindness
but need walls
against the dark
and the higher
they build
the less light
can reach
freedom,
freedom behind walls
they build
on their own.
Freedom
freedom they shout
They kill for a word
as if it was bread
How can they be free
freedom
maybe
is insight
and inside.
freedom they called,
one thousand mouths
open as one
freedom
freedom they called
raising their hands
one thousand guns
sounding like one
freedom
freedom they called
who made them call
who made them shoot
freedom they called
then the children cried
thirsty, hungry,
covered with blood
one thousand children
as one
the dying covered
the living
we suffocate, they shouted
then they stopped
freedom,
freedom they called
following delusion
again they started to run
killing the many as one
who shouts
freedom
does not know
how much work it is
to leave prison.
humans i see
wish to be free of pain
and free of fear.
they do not wish
for love, for kindness
but need walls
against the dark
and the higher
they build
the less light
can reach
freedom,
freedom behind walls
they build
on their own.
Freedom
freedom they shout
They kill for a word
as if it was bread
How can they be free
freedom
maybe
is insight
and inside.
Leonard Cohen ,Almost Like the Blues (Lyric)
maybe..this is really what my father and mother said too...
Thursday, November 24, 2016
Undo, Björk
It's not meant to be a strife
It's not meant to be a struggle uphill
It's not meant to be a struggle uphill
It's not meant to be a strife
It's not meant to be a struggle uphill
It's not meant to be a struggle uphill
You're trying too hard
Surrender
Give yourself in
You're trying too hard
You're trying too hard
Surrender
Give yourself in
You're trying too hard
You're trying too hard
It's not meant to be a strife
It's not meant to be a struggle uphill
Sweetly
It's not meant to be a strife
To enjoy
It's not meant to be a struggle uphill
It's not meant to be a struggle uphill
Sweetly
It's not meant to be a strife
To enjoy
It's not meant to be a struggle uphill
It's warmer now lean into it
Unfold in a generous way
Surrender
Surrender
Undo
Undo
Unfold in a generous way
Surrender
Surrender
Undo
Undo
It's not meant to be a strife
It's not meant to be a struggle uphill
It's not meant to be a struggle uphill
I'm praying
To be
In a generous mode
The kindness kind
The kindness kind
To share me
Quietly ecstatic
To be
In a generous mode
The kindness kind
The kindness kind
To share me
Quietly ecstatic
It's not meant to be a strife
It's not meant to be a struggle uphill
It's not meant to be a struggle uphill
Undo
Undo if you're bleeding
Undo if you're sweating
Undo if you're crying
Undo if you're bleeding
Undo if you're sweating
Undo if you're crying
Undo
Undo
Undo
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
Monday, November 21, 2016
Ship In The Sky , Woody Guthrie
and this is why we should treat everybody as a king or queen
just as we'd like to be treated and this is how we can sit together
around a table
Missing out, Adam Philipps, quotes
"All love stories are frustration stories.
...
It is as if, oddly, you were waiting for someone but you didn’t know who they were until they arrived. Whether or not you were aware that there was something missing in your life, you will be when you meet the person you want.
.....
However much you have been wanting and hoping and dreaming of meeting the person of your dreams, it is only when you meet them that you will start missing them. It seems that the presence of an object is required to make its absence felt (or to make the absence of something felt). A kind of longing may have preceded their arrival, but you have to meet in order to feel the full force of your frustration in their absence."
..and unfortunately so:
"Falling in love, finding your passion, are attempts to locate, to picture, to represent what you unconsciously feel frustrated about, and by."
https://www.brainpickings.org/2015/10/05/adam-phillips-missing-out-frustration-love/
Eiler Krag 
out of: An ABZ of Love, Inge and Sten Hegeler
To Lay Me Down ,Grateful Dead ,Radio City Music Hall, NY, 10-30-1980
would be ok.. got a bit of migraine..:-)
Enigma ,Amen
"I'm lost, I believe I will be found
In the silence of my nights
I can hear a distant voice
Someone out there is calling my name
Watch out
I'm not afraid"
Friedrich Hölderlin, Mnemosyne
Friedrich Hölderlin
Mnemosyne
Ältere Fassung
| Ein Zeichen sind wir, deutungslos Schmerzlos sind wir und haben fast Die Sprache in der Fremde verloren. Wenn nämlich über Menschen Ein Streit ist an dem Himmel und gewaltig Die Monde gehn, so redet Das Meer auch, und Ströme müssen Den Pfad sich suchen. Zweifellos Ist aber Einer. Der Kann täglich es ändern. Kaum bedarf er Gesetz. Und es tönet das Blatt und Eichbäume wehn dann neben Den Firnen. Denn nicht vermögen Die Himmlischen alles. Nämlich es reichen Die Sterblichen eh an den Abgrund. Also wendet es sich, das Echo, Mit diesen. Lang ist Die Zeit, es ereignet sich aber Das Wahre. Wie aber liebes? Sonnenschein Am Boden sehen wir und trocknen Staub Und tief mit Schatten die Wälder, und es blühet An Dächern der Rauch, bei alter Krone Der Türme, friedsam; und es girren Verloren in der Luft die Lerchen und unter dem Tage weiden Wohlangeführt die Schafe des Himmels. Und Schnee, wie Maienblumen Das Edelmütige, wo Es seie, bedeutend, glänzet mit Der grünen Wiese Der Alpen, hälftig, da ging Vom Kreuze redend, das Gesetz ist unterwegs einmal Gestorben, auf der schroffen Straß' Ein Wandersmann mit Dem andern, aber was ist dies? Am Feigenbaum ist mein Achilles mir gestorben, Und Ajax liegt An den Grotten, nahe der See, An Bächen, benachbart dem Skamandros. Vom Genius kühn ist . . . Windessausen, nach Der heimatlichen Salamis süßer Gewohnheit, in der Fremd Ajax gestorben, Patroklos aber in des Königes Harnisch. Und es starben Noch andere viel. Mit eigener Hand Viel traurige, wilden Muts, doch göttlich Gezwungen, zuletzt, die anderen aber Im Geschicke stehend, im Feld. Unwillig nämlich Sind Himmlische, wenn einer nicht die Seele schonend sich Zusammengenommen, aber er muß doch; dem Gleich fehlet die Trauer.
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Angela Merkel, Anne Will and ..a "talk" "show"
well i watched this tonight.
Mrs. Merkel going once again for elections as chancellor of our country, mine.
i don't mind. she stands for a way of balance..as much as can be.
i don't like her political party, it doesn't matter.
i don't like politics here or there anyway. they can only be dishonest
and cannot dare to deal with the true powers.
there were other guests, a psychoanalyst and psychiatrist, confused, complaining
about the way of life in our western societies.
The former mayor of Berlin, Klaus Wowereit.
An intelligent intellectual from the well known journal "Die Zeit", Giovanni di Lorenzo,chief editor.
this is a kind of praise, intellectual does not mean intelligent.
Mrs. Kramp-Karrenbauer, president of Saarland, at least clear and direct.
certainly, it was interesting.
it was however more interesting to see that none of all took up
banks and international finance and powerful corporations
questioning their influence on politics and in which way and how far
politicians can really effect any change,
all was about more cosmetic repairs
such as to pension schemes and housing...about how to deal with the AFD and right wing
political streams in this country , with immigration and uprising dictatorship such as in Turkey
and most of all about the qualification of Angela Merkel.
It is all so foreseeable, i wonder why i watched it.
nothing..new or ...better.
just talk, just show.
Mrs. Merkel going once again for elections as chancellor of our country, mine.
i don't mind. she stands for a way of balance..as much as can be.
i don't like her political party, it doesn't matter.
i don't like politics here or there anyway. they can only be dishonest
and cannot dare to deal with the true powers.
there were other guests, a psychoanalyst and psychiatrist, confused, complaining
about the way of life in our western societies.
The former mayor of Berlin, Klaus Wowereit.
An intelligent intellectual from the well known journal "Die Zeit", Giovanni di Lorenzo,chief editor.
this is a kind of praise, intellectual does not mean intelligent.
Mrs. Kramp-Karrenbauer, president of Saarland, at least clear and direct.
certainly, it was interesting.
it was however more interesting to see that none of all took up
banks and international finance and powerful corporations
questioning their influence on politics and in which way and how far
politicians can really effect any change,
all was about more cosmetic repairs
such as to pension schemes and housing...about how to deal with the AFD and right wing
political streams in this country , with immigration and uprising dictatorship such as in Turkey
and most of all about the qualification of Angela Merkel.
It is all so foreseeable, i wonder why i watched it.
nothing..new or ...better.
just talk, just show.
licht ist überall
ich kam aus den bergen, roter schotter und erde
rollten herab mit schwarzen grauen und braunen steinen, mit quarz
und granit und kakteen und schuppenden blättern, ich kam über felsen und hänge.
du warst nicht da. aber unten
in der schlucht sah ich dein rotes langes haar über die kristallen spiegelnden wasser wehen,
ich wartete. ich warte. ich bin da. überall ist licht. licht ist überall.
a journey of passion
he came to the temple.
it found him rather than he had
looked for it, an ancient and secret
place caved under pine trees.
a voice reached him, her voice,
and her fragrance was in the air.
the wind bringing her essence entered his soul, he felt longing for her
who would not show herself. she undressed behind a rock to take
her bath, and meditating in holiness she could not see him, not listen to his call, the words of a mortal man could not touch her.
she was the sybil, the oracle, answering questions or not was up to her.
maybe she was an ugly old hag with warts on her nose and legs like
an elephant's , maybe bald and one eyed.
he couldn't know.
but her voice singing to herself made him feel lonelier than before and he wanted to know if she could shed and burn her skin and come out through the curtains as the princess he had always wished to meet, equal to him and his royal blood.
when the sybil noticed his presence she lit a candle to burn his scent.
her language was foreign and came hoarse and broken through a slit in the ceiling.
ask, she said, i am ready.
but he stayed silent from this day until
the end of his life.
he found nothing to ask.
and language made no more sense to him.
outside he undressed, laid down his shield and armor, his sword, his spear, all under the eye of the sky.
silently he embraced a tree, then walked away into the woods.
when he arrived home naked in his court people feared his eyes and laid down their weapons, some laughed with embarrassment, others wanted to kill him.
but he could not be moved to rule nor to speak, a king to himself and not to others. time passed. one day his folk lifted him dead from his throne like a dried chameleon and buried him in the garden.
nobody ever knew what happened.
stories came and were replaced.
he was struck by a dragon, his throat was torn out by a demon, he was captured by a magician and brought home by a raven. people tried to find a sense. there was no sense, and this is what nobody could see, nobody could believe.
Hearing,Joshua Trotter
HEARING
Mornings after we gave up words, we still loved
to lie and graze the day awakewatching our old chit-chat thatch the street like rain.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon
now the dead grow sound limbs to stand upon
nourished by discourse we once loved.
In their sodden crypts they sigh awake
solitary, listening to the rain
heartened by our lost and rousing homilies—the rain
engaging vacant brains it falls upon
until everyone we love or once loved
is dying tonight or lying still awake
listening, for our sake, as rain rains the dead awake.
There’s something diplomatic about rain
strewing cool phrase upon cool phrase upon . . .
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
has held words they loved from rain; I’m held awake
by heavy sentences the rain might lay upon them.
http://briancampbell.blogspot.de/2014/03/sunday-poem.html
Sunday, November 20, 2016
Leonard Cohen ,Come Healing
O gather up the brokenness
And bring it to me now
The fragrance of those promises
You never dared to vow
And bring it to me now
The fragrance of those promises
You never dared to vow
The splinters that you carry
The cross you left behind
Come healing of the body
Come healing of the mind
The cross you left behind
Come healing of the body
Come healing of the mind
And let the heavens hear it
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb
Behold the gates of mercy
In arbitrary space
And none of us deserving
The cruelty or the grace
In arbitrary space
And none of us deserving
The cruelty or the grace
O solitude of longing
Where love has been confined
Come healing of the body
Come healing of the mind
Where love has been confined
Come healing of the body
Come healing of the mind
O see the darkness yielding
That tore the light apart
Come healing of the reason
Come healing of the heart
That tore the light apart
Come healing of the reason
Come healing of the heart
O troubled dust concealing
An undivided love
The heart beneath is teaching
To the broken heart above
An undivided love
The heart beneath is teaching
To the broken heart above
Let the heavens falter
Let the earth proclaim
Come healing of the altar
Come healing of the name
Let the earth proclaim
Come healing of the altar
Come healing of the name
O longing of the branches
To lift the little bud
O longing of the arteries
To purify the blood
To lift the little bud
O longing of the arteries
To purify the blood
And let the heavens hear it
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb
O let the heavens hear it
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb
a little drunk
a little drunk
blowing into ashes
and raising fire
from the dead
a little drunk
a little sad
a little mad
i burned my head
my skin shrinks
the blood curdles
in the terror
of facing truth
out of flames
i know
all truth
is but delusion
the night
sinks down
around me,
closes my eyes
a little drunk
i don't give
a damn for truth
or lies
a little drunk
ending the day
i go
to sleep.
a little drunk
a little sad
a little mad
i sleep.
blowing into ashes
and raising fire
from the dead
a little drunk
a little sad
a little mad
i burned my head
my skin shrinks
the blood curdles
in the terror
of facing truth
out of flames
i know
all truth
is but delusion
the night
sinks down
around me,
closes my eyes
a little drunk
i don't give
a damn for truth
or lies
a little drunk
ending the day
i go
to sleep.
a little drunk
a little sad
a little mad
i sleep.
Leonard Cohen , You Want It Darker (Lyric)
If you are the dealer, I'm out of the game
If you are the healer, it means I'm broken and lame
If thine is the glory then mine must be the shame
You want it darker
We kill the flame
If you are the healer, it means I'm broken and lame
If thine is the glory then mine must be the shame
You want it darker
We kill the flame
Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name
Vilified, crucified, in the human frame
A million candles burning for the help that never came
Vilified, crucified, in the human frame
A million candles burning for the help that never came
You want it darker
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord
I'm ready, my lord
There's a lover in the story
But the story's still the same
There's a lullaby for suffering
And a paradox to blame
But it's written in the scriptures
And it's not some idle claim
You want it darker
We kill the flame
But the story's still the same
There's a lullaby for suffering
And a paradox to blame
But it's written in the scriptures
And it's not some idle claim
You want it darker
We kill the flame
They're lining up the prisoners
And the guards are taking aim
I struggled with some demons
They were middle class and tame
I didn't know I had permission to murder and to maim
You want it darker
And the guards are taking aim
I struggled with some demons
They were middle class and tame
I didn't know I had permission to murder and to maim
You want it darker
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord
I'm ready, my lord
Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name
Vilified, crucified, in the human frame
A million candles burning for the love that never came
You want it darker
We kill the flame
Vilified, crucified, in the human frame
A million candles burning for the love that never came
You want it darker
We kill the flame
If you are the dealer, let me out of the game
If you are the healer, I'm broken and lame
If thine is the glory, mine must be the shame
You want it darker
If you are the healer, I'm broken and lame
If thine is the glory, mine must be the shame
You want it darker
Hineni, hineni
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord
Hineni
Hineni, hineni
Hineni
Hineni, hineni
Hineni
Three precise blows, Paulo Coelho
“How can I know the best way to act in life?” the disciple asked the master.
The master asked him to build a table.
The disciple drove in the nails with three precise blows. One nail, however, struck a hard spot and the disciple needed to deliver one more blow – which drove in the nail too deep all the way into the wood.
“Your hand was used to three blows of the hammer,” said the master. “You had so much trust in what you did that you lost your attention and skill.”
“When action becomes a mere habit it loses its meaning and may end up causing harm, so never let routine be in command of your movements.”
Hills and Hills, Irving Layton
The hills
remind me
of you
Not because
they curve soft and warm
lovely and firm
under the Greek sun
Or flow
towards the horizon
in slow limpid waves
falling away mysteriously
at the edge of the sea
So that I can only surmise
their being there
beyond my gaze
and stare into the greyness
But because
a long time ago
you stared at them
as I am staring now
remind me
of you
Not because
they curve soft and warm
lovely and firm
under the Greek sun
Or flow
towards the horizon
in slow limpid waves
falling away mysteriously
at the edge of the sea
So that I can only surmise
their being there
beyond my gaze
and stare into the greyness
But because
a long time ago
you stared at them
as I am staring now
Two went to sleep, Leonard Cohen
Two Went to Sleep
Two went to sleep
almost every night
one dreamed of mud
one dreamed of Asia
visiting a zeppelin
visiting Nijinsky
Two went to sleep
one dreamed of ribs
one dreamed of senators
Two went to sleep
two travellers
The long marriage
in the dark
The sleep was old
the travellers were old
one dreamed of oranges
one dreamed of Carthage
Two friends asleep
years locked in travel
Good night my darling
as the dreams waved goodbye
one travelled lightly
one walked through water
visiting a chess game
visiting a booth
always returning
to wait out the day
One carried matches
one climbed a beehive
one sold an earphone
one shot a German
Two went to sleep
every sleep went together
wandering away
from an operating table
one dreamed of grass
one dreamed of spokes
one bargained nicely
one was a snowman
one counted medicine
one tasted pencils
one was a child
one was a traitor
visiting heavy industry
visiting the family
Two went to sleep
none could foretell
one went with baskets
one took a ledger
one night happy
one night in terror
Love could not bind them
Fear could not either
they went unconnected
they never knew where
always returning
to wait out the day
parting with kissing
parting with yawns
visiting Death till
they wore out their welcome
visiting Death till
the right disguise worked
Leonard Cohen ~ 1964
Saturday, November 19, 2016
Leonard Cohen, Heart With No Companion - Helsinki 2012
Now I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair, with a love so vast
And so shattered, it will reach you everywhere.
And so shattered, it will reach you everywhere.
And I sing this for the captain whose ship has not been built, for the mother in
Confusion, her cradle still unfilled.
Confusion, her cradle still unfilled.
For the heart with no companion, for the soul without a king. for the prima
Ballerina who cannot dance to anything.
Ballerina who cannot dance to anything.
Through the days of shame that are coming, through the nights of wild distress,
Though your promise count for nothing, you must keep it nonetheless.
Though your promise count for nothing, you must keep it nonetheless.
You must keep it for the captain whose ship has not been built. for the mother in
Confusion her cradle still unfilled.
Confusion her cradle still unfilled.
For the heart with no companion, for the soul without a king, for the prima
Ballerina who cannot dance to anything.
Ballerina who cannot dance to anything.
well...i cannot dance and i am not a prima ballerina ..etc.
Light as the Breeze, Leonard Cohen, Ghent, 14-8-2012
She stands before you naked
you can see it, you can taste it,
and she comes to you light as the breeze.
Now you can drink it or you can nurse it,
it don't matter how you worship
as long as you're
down on your knees.
So I knelt there at the delta,
at the alpha and the omega,
at the cradle of the river and the seas.
And like a blessing come from heaven
for something like a second
I was healed and my heart
was at ease.
O baby I waited
so long for your kiss
for something to happen,
oh something like this.
And you're weak and you're harmless
and you're sleeping in your harness
and the wind going wild
in the trees,
and it ain't exactly prison
but you'll never be forgiven
for whatever you've done
with the keys.
O baby I waited ...
It's dark now and it's snowing
O my love I must be going,
The river has started to freeze.
And I'm sick of pretending
I'm broken from bending
I've lived too long on my knees.
Then she dances so graceful
and your heart's hard and hateful
and she's naked
but that's just a tease.
And you turn in disgust
from your hatred and from your love
and comes to you
light as the breeze.
O baby I waited ...
There's blood on every bracelet
you can see it, you can taste it,
and it's Please baby
please baby please.
And she says, Drink deeply, pilgrim
but don't forget there's still a woman
beneath this
resplendent chemise.
So I knelt there at the delta,
at the alpha and the omega,
I knelt there like one who believes.
And the blessings come from heaven
and for something like a second
I'm cured and my heart
is at ease
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