de-void of joy,
defunct in life-
do i try
to die?
half-consciously destroy
my dreams and me,
or can i see
green sprouts in this tree?
who will i be,
why am i,
can i love?
or is my liberty
the master of my thought?
which path to choose,
not to win or to lose,
but a way to light,
a road to be kind,
to meet and to let go,
i am so slow
and i am so fast
i can hardly see
this you or this me,
i am a bird in flight
and in fear of cats and me
i cannot touch the branches,
will be blind, will hurt
my wings in the mirror,
i can but look for signs
in the wide and open sky.
the world is a wound
and blood flows all around,
spilled on the soil, the ground
can we be...free?
now i will go,
i will breathe,
i am here
Saturday, April 4, 2015
Asaf Avidan - My Tunnels Are Long And Dark These Days (Gold Shadow 2015)
You, my friend,
Have nothing to fear, my friend
You have nothing to fear, my friend
Except for love
We're moles my friend
We are just moles my friend
Blind against the dark
That's where we belong
The hungry crocodiles are dancing in the light
But what's up there besides the darkness of the night?
The hungry crocodiles are dancing in the light
But what's up there besides the darkness of the night?
Forget them, friend
You better hear, my friend
Where the tunnels never end
To love is to pretend
Don't try to love yourself again
That is the worst kind of pain
We're not those kind of freaks, amen
We're a different site and breed of men
Up there they're drinking down the day
They mix it with the chardonnay
They try to keep the dark at bay
Down here the darkness stays
The hungry crocodiles are dancing in the light
But what's up there besides the darkness of the night?
The hungry crocodiles are dancing in the light
But what's up there besides the darkness of the night?
There are some individuals who have too strong a craving, a will, and a nostalgia for happiness ever to reach it. They always retain a bitter and passionate aftertaste, and that's the best they can hope for.
Have nothing to fear, my friend
You have nothing to fear, my friend
Except for love
We're moles my friend
We are just moles my friend
Blind against the dark
That's where we belong
The hungry crocodiles are dancing in the light
But what's up there besides the darkness of the night?
The hungry crocodiles are dancing in the light
But what's up there besides the darkness of the night?
Forget them, friend
You better hear, my friend
Where the tunnels never end
To love is to pretend
Don't try to love yourself again
That is the worst kind of pain
We're not those kind of freaks, amen
We're a different site and breed of men
Up there they're drinking down the day
They mix it with the chardonnay
They try to keep the dark at bay
Down here the darkness stays
The hungry crocodiles are dancing in the light
But what's up there besides the darkness of the night?
The hungry crocodiles are dancing in the light
But what's up there besides the darkness of the night?
There are some individuals who have too strong a craving, a will, and a nostalgia for happiness ever to reach it. They always retain a bitter and passionate aftertaste, and that's the best they can hope for.
ALBERT CAMUS, letter, Jun. 18, 1938
Thomas Mann's addresses delivered at the Library of Congress 1942-1949: Germany and the Germans (May 29, 1945)
http://books.google.de/books?id=HYixB0JawekC&pg=PA48&lpg=PA48&dq=thomas+mann+germany+and+the+germans&source=bl&ots=UkunvIffzQ&sig=ZsLDQeJQC3xSPSKRH3xblfjQ-P8&hl=de&sa=X&ei=XKlrVPejMaHVygPG04D4BA&ved=0CDUQ6AEwAg#v=onepage&q=thomas%20mann%20germany%20and%20the%20germans&f=false
Start page 45, Germany and the Germans, May 29, 1945
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Start page 45, Germany and the Germans, May 29, 1945
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