Porpora , Nel già bramoso petto ,Jaroussky

Dove sei, amato bene ,Handel , Jaroussky

The Corrie Folk Trio , Love Is Teasin'

Bob Dylan , All Along the Watchtower (Audio)

There must be some way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line
Know what any of it is worth
No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Outside in the distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl

skin and walls

life, colour,sound,forms,patterns, breathing, fluidity, vulnerability,permeability of skin and impermanence..moving, continuous transformation and exchange in inter-dependence.
not walls, skin, skin as part of out and in.
the scientist would see a cell and discern the outer border and the inner core.
this is dissection.
it is all one living organism and will be seen as part of all living beings.
not walls...not mere borders...breath and skin and fluidity, all is one.
our soul and our senses and our skin, all one.
and now i go to 'work'.

diary note, loss and strength, mistery, belonging

one side i often felt that many american men cannot confront loss, cannot lose..born to win or to seek refuge with mother.
they see strength in winning...

i see strength just as well in accepting loss, in losing.. and this as winning another kind of freedom.

another side, we may all  get a bit too used to loss. and this could not end with mere detachment but with indifference. then somebody will say ‚just' loss. this is a de-humanizing game. intellectual shit.

and a reductive way of life will be the result. all means nothing, then why stay alive?

i am finding relief to see that all matters , every human is unique to me and nobody exists ‚out'.

life is still a mistery.

but- mind you, i will always dislike definitions of mistery, platitudes, generalizations, comparisons and evaluations. some are at least good for a laugh...

and by the way, so called romantics are not brainless frogs:
the may roast in hell but they feel the pain.

evasion of suffering is not a solution i am looking for.

did you know, these days it appears that one can buy this..drugs, medicine,books, audio, video, courses,
one can join a religion,
a guru.
really, i prefer a glass of vodka because then i know what i do, a walk in the hills, the scent of pine trees and of seaweed, music which takes
me out or any way of meditation which does not require a new alphabet.

all this helps- but there is no way out of suffering only attitude.
one's own meaning and passion and love.

and there is joy and even happiness happens.

we cannot keep what does not belong to us:
this is what we must all learn that nothing at all belongs to us.

we belong to where we are.here. now.




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