“All men fear death. It’s a natural fear that consumes us all. We fear death because we feel that we haven’t loved well enough or loved at all, which ultimately are one and the same. However, when you make love with a truly great woman, one that deserves the utmost respect in this world and one that makes you feel truly powerful, that fear of death completely disappears. Because when you are sharing your body and heart with a great woman the world fades away. You two are the only ones in the entire universe. You conquer what most lesser men have never conquered before, you have conquered a great woman’s heart, the most vulnerable thing she can offer to another. Death no longer lingers in the mind. Fear no longer clouds your heart. Only passion for living, and for loving, become your sole reality. This is no easy task for it takes insurmountable courage. But remember this, for that moment when you are making love with a woman of true greatness you will feel immortal.”
– Ernest Hemingway in Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris
Dedicating this song to those in Vancouver, those that knew right from wrong, and consequently put themselves in harm’s way to protect the city and its people during the riots.
assume there is a heaven – some kind of a good place we go after we die. and imagine you’re a tired and worn old worker in some communist regime.
you’ve gone through near dozen “five year plans” while your living conditions got worse with each passing season. one day your heart holds its breath on you, and you’re done for. you get to heaven, of which you’ve never even heard of until you were on the in. you look around, and shit man! look at how all that hard work paid off!
the party knew all along, but left it as a wonderful surprise. they made sure we tightened our belts almost to the breaking point, but it was all for our own good. we cursed and complained, but the party didn’t let us stray from the path of success. long live the party, for its leadership and foresight! long live the party!
I was hungry but didn’t cook – just didn’t eat. And then it hit me: if I had a child, I’d have a dead child. Thank god I don’t have a child. And then I did the grown up thing, and had a beer. Fuck, I feel grown up. Yeah, me. Yeah. Which makes me think, I’d really like to have a wife for this cooking thing – I’d cook for two. But just for myself? Not today honey.
Sometimes words can’t express the feelings inside that quietly seep out. It feels like a loss, that the feelings simply evaporate into thin air, with nothing to mark them. Yet this time, another vessel has captured their essence, immortalised the impression in quiet beauty.
While the loud makes its way quick and far across landscape, it’s the quiet whisper that captures the heart, the heart’s roots soaking it in like a withered plant might the rain.
The quiet is the last voice left, long after the shouts died with no one to mourn their destructive chaos. And so, I waltz on, with no witness, my heart a music box, playing a quiet melody that only I can hear. I waltz, brushed again by the whisper that reminds Die Stimme der Vernunft ist leise.
Where you appear from, I know not. On my walk, at the table, between the store isles… With a smile you part solitude, and then leave gently with balance restored.
You speak to me; ask all the right questions. I answer, but first look around for no other can see you. Sometimes you tease me, to cox me out. And I can’t help but smile, knowing you came just for me.
Today I saw you on the shore, standing and looking at the grey water under a grey dusk sky. In the summer wind there we met, but it was part of me from ago that was there. Two streams of time entangled on the sand, water washing over our wet sandy feet. Without words, we talked a while. Then, you left again, to where ever you go when I feel better.
You’ll come again, a few or dozen more times. And then something will wash you away until you perhaps drift onto my shore again.
With an owner unworthy, a yellow dog lives in this house.
I sat for hours and watched others enter and leave,
but none with a familiar face passed.
I try to hold my own ground, and not ring the doorbell.
Any meeting I imagine played itself out on more neutral ground.
Then again, maybe cornering someone in their own home
is the ultimate position of power.
But here I cannot help think myself a lost puppy
crawling back to its owner after getting lost.
Having someone beside would shift the focus -
take me out of the light I wish not endure.
In the end, the hardest battles are fought alone or with oneself.
My imagination floats away on the gentle spring breeze -
I ponder a plot to steal the yellow dog
and never returning to the crime scene.
“All men fear death. It’s a natural fear that consumes us all. We fear death because we feel that we haven’t loved well enough or loved at all, which ultimately are one and the same. However, when you make love with a truly great woman, one that deserves the utmost respect in this world and one that makes you feel truly powerful, that fear of death completely disappears. Because when you are sharing your body and heart with a great woman the world fades away. You two are the only ones in the entire universe. You conquer what most lesser men have never conquered before, you have conquered a great woman’s heart, the most vulnerable thing she can offer to another. Death no longer lingers in the mind. Fear no longer clouds your heart. Only passion for living, and for loving, become your sole reality. This is no easy task for it takes insurmountable courage. But remember this, for that moment when you are making love with a woman of true greatness you will feel immortal.”
