“I couldn’t have spoken like this yesterday, because when we’ve been apart, and I’m looking forward to seeing you, every thought is burnt up in a great flame. But then you come; and you’re so much more than I remembered, and what I want of you is so much more than an hour or two every now and then, with wastes of thirsty waiting between, that I can sit perfectly still beside you, like this, with that other vision in my mind, just quietly trusting to it to come true.”
The Lace
Being human: term for a flickering possession,
existence of a happiness still undemonstrated:
is it inhuman, that a pair of eyes
turned into this small densely woven piece of lace?
Do you want them back?
You, long since vanished and finally blind–
is all your human joy here inside this thing
where your huge feelings went, as between
stem and bark, miniaturized?
Through a tear in fate, a tiny interstice,
you absented your soul from its own time;
and it is so present here in this light
section of lace, it makes me smile at “usefulness.”
And if someday all we have done
and all that has happened to us
seems so inferior and strange,
as though there’d been no point
in taking the trouble to outgrow our first pair of shoes
just to come to this — … Shouldn’t this
strip of yellowed lace, this tightly meshed
flowery border of lace suffice
to keep us here? Look: this at least got done.
A life was ignored in the process, who knows.
A delight was there, was going to be sacrificed,
and finally at any cost
there would exist this thing, not easier than life
yet finished and so lovely, as though it weren’t too soon
to smile and soar.
Rilke, Rainer Maria. The Unknown Rilke . trans Franz Wright.
…I’ll be the earth.
My moon, oh my moon
Not even into
Another eternity
Will stop your lovely orbiting
I had held it a world away
Until my body began to say
I need not one thing more
Oh, wrap the ground around
Your gentle winding mind
Oh, guard the pounding sound
Breathe in your fiery air
Oh, wrap the ground around
Give back an hungrier stare
Oh, guard the pounding sound
You be the moon I’ll be the earth
And when we burst
Start over, oh darling
Begin again
Begin again
Begin again
http://youtu.be/Zr5mtKSbd7M
New Purity Ring album is pretty kick-ass, y’all. I’m also a huge fan of the tracks “Heartsigh“, “Bodyache“, & “Flood on the Floor“
“You ruin your life by tolerating it. At the end of the day you should be excited to be alive. When you settle for anything less than what you innately desire, you destroy the possibility that lives inside of you, and in that way you cheat both yourself and the world of your potential. The next Michelangelo could be sitting behind a Macbook right now writing an invoice for paperclips, because it pays the bills, or because it is comfortable, or because he can tolerate it. Do not let this happen to you. Do not ruin your life this way. Life and work, and life and love, are not irrespective of each other. They are intrinsically linked. We have to strive to do extraordinary work, we have to strive to find extraordinary love. Only then will we tap into an extraordinarily blissful life.”
Bianca Sparacino, How To Ruin Your Life (Without Even Noticing That You Are)
Just one break in the year
When it’s all about the two of us
And nothing’s ever been so good
You remember a life that was all about the two of us
But you and I we never knewIt was the greatest place I’ve ever been
And it was right in front of me
You carried me back home again
While you became it all for me
“Sober” by Broods, from their very very very good Evergreen LP.