Frothing sounds draw deep curtains:
thunder cues,
behind each flash of lightning.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
(Manifest)
"I want to call requests through heating-vents,
and hear them answered with a whispered, "no."
To crack the code of muscle, slacken, tense.
Let every second step in boots on snow
complete you name with accents I can't place,
that stumble where the syllables combine.
take depositions from a stranger's face.
paint every insignificance a sign.
so tell me nothing matters, less or more.
say, "whatever we think actions are,
we'll never know what anything was for."
if "near is just as far away as far,"
and I'm permitted one act I can save,
I choose to sit here next to you and wave."
©The Weakerthans
and hear them answered with a whispered, "no."
To crack the code of muscle, slacken, tense.
Let every second step in boots on snow
complete you name with accents I can't place,
that stumble where the syllables combine.
take depositions from a stranger's face.
paint every insignificance a sign.
so tell me nothing matters, less or more.
say, "whatever we think actions are,
we'll never know what anything was for."
if "near is just as far away as far,"
and I'm permitted one act I can save,
I choose to sit here next to you and wave."
©The Weakerthans
The Wind
"Oh The Wind, The Wind is blowing,
through the graves The Wind is blowing,
Freedom soon will come:
it will come from...
...the shadow..."
©: Leonard Cohen - The Partisan
How could, of all things, a Canadian chap accompany me down memory lane, to listen to my grandfather's stories about resistance once more, right when I go out with a German in the continent of the "liberators", escapes me.
Still, this is what happens.
And it's The Wind the reason why Leonard is so present here: today, this evening, tonight, a storm is brewing somewhere so far, so, so close.
Simple sound assonance, or more complex, deeper, significant echo?
The Wind, The Wind is blowing.
Searching, pulling, scratching, pushing, livening, itching, annoying. lifting, refreshing, tossing, spreading, beloved, mixing, changing, messy, electrifying, renewing, inspiring Wind.
-pause: rolling one, I think I could use it -
-re-pause: don't quite know if I could use it, to be honest, but I sure like it. -
Ninth floor: I can see it clearly, right in front of me, brewing energy, giving shape to lightning (what a feat that one is!), unloading the weight of countless sins.
And this is it: I walked it.
The path of criticism towards the very hand that just started feeding me.
No, more than feeding me: making me nearly supernatural to the unwary around me.
Lavish tips, abundant meals, smart looks, AFFORDABILITY.
And a puke.
Will I resist? Will I kindly oblige? Will I look for atonement? Will I relish the chance?
Will I?
through the graves The Wind is blowing,
Freedom soon will come:
it will come from...
...the shadow..."
©: Leonard Cohen - The Partisan
How could, of all things, a Canadian chap accompany me down memory lane, to listen to my grandfather's stories about resistance once more, right when I go out with a German in the continent of the "liberators", escapes me.
Still, this is what happens.
And it's The Wind the reason why Leonard is so present here: today, this evening, tonight, a storm is brewing somewhere so far, so, so close.
Simple sound assonance, or more complex, deeper, significant echo?
The Wind, The Wind is blowing.
Searching, pulling, scratching, pushing, livening, itching, annoying. lifting, refreshing, tossing, spreading, beloved, mixing, changing, messy, electrifying, renewing, inspiring Wind.
-pause: rolling one, I think I could use it -
-re-pause: don't quite know if I could use it, to be honest, but I sure like it. -
Ninth floor: I can see it clearly, right in front of me, brewing energy, giving shape to lightning (what a feat that one is!), unloading the weight of countless sins.
And this is it: I walked it.
The path of criticism towards the very hand that just started feeding me.
No, more than feeding me: making me nearly supernatural to the unwary around me.
Lavish tips, abundant meals, smart looks, AFFORDABILITY.
And a puke.
Will I resist? Will I kindly oblige? Will I look for atonement? Will I relish the chance?
Will I?
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