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Monday, July 29, 2019
Glen Hansard , The Closing Door
a door closing opens the other side
Jeff Buckley , Lover, You Should've Come Over (from Live in Chicago)
not lover, not at all..'romantic', just likes the music
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Jeff Buckley,
Lover,
You Should've Come Over
Marcus Aurelius, quote
‚For a man can lose neither the past nor the future;
for how can one take from him that which is not his?‘
for how can one take from him that which is not his?‘
diary note
giving all i wanted all, i gave my hand
and longed for the same.
i didn‘t want one thing, not at all, i wished for all-
and now as so often before -even after the ‚end‘ - all is
distorted in incredible ugliness. i didn‘t know
how to stop it . this i did badly- hurtful- but it was
necessary to stop, for me. and obviously better so.
still sad.
and longed for the same.
i didn‘t want one thing, not at all, i wished for all-
and now as so often before -even after the ‚end‘ - all is
distorted in incredible ugliness. i didn‘t know
how to stop it . this i did badly- hurtful- but it was
necessary to stop, for me. and obviously better so.
still sad.
sisyphos didn‘t complain
Sisyphos didn‘t complain
o he was a wise man
he heaved it up
watched it roll down
carried and heaved
this heavy stone,
again and again,
each step just being
exactly that, another step,
Sisyphos was a wise man,
never giving up because
he did what he did
without looking for sense,
he breathed, all labour,
all inside the All,
out of the universe
he took this energy,
the flow and the weight
in balance, one breath,
no past, no future, all
forever now, forever
this hill and this stone.
one thought could have
made his fate unbearable.
he was a wise man,
Sisyphos didn‘t complain.
he didn’t think if
he could stop and go
he knew and kept silent:
nothing makes sense,
there is no meaning,
what is so, it is so.
though tomorrow
Sisyphos may think.
and then this stone
may hit my senseless head
o he was a wise man
he heaved it up
watched it roll down
carried and heaved
this heavy stone,
again and again,
each step just being
exactly that, another step,
Sisyphos was a wise man,
never giving up because
he did what he did
without looking for sense,
he breathed, all labour,
all inside the All,
out of the universe
he took this energy,
the flow and the weight
in balance, one breath,
no past, no future, all
forever now, forever
this hill and this stone.
one thought could have
made his fate unbearable.
he was a wise man,
Sisyphos didn‘t complain.
he didn’t think if
he could stop and go
he knew and kept silent:
nothing makes sense,
there is no meaning,
what is so, it is so.
though tomorrow
Sisyphos may think.
and then this stone
may hit my senseless head
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