Monday, May 31, 2010

On Memory...

"You have to begin to lose your memory, if only in bits and pieces, to realize that memory is what makes our lives. Life without memory is no life at all, just as an intelligence without the possibility of expression is not really an intelligence. Our memory is our coherence, our reason, our feeling, even our action. Without it, we are nothing."
- Luis Bunuel

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Neither This Nor That

Some toil among the objects,
Others dwell among the light,
Others still traverse the inner,
But very few fully abide.

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Wash Me Clean

If all the world could take a moment
To cradle back into slow motion 'cos it's all moving too fast
You had your shot you took your chances
All through you'd battle for the answers you were brave 'til the very last

Just like a wave on the ocean
There's forces that run so deep
I'm falling into the temptation
To let it wash all over me
Come and wash me clean
Come and wash me clean

A nervous step into the future
While the present shatters all around you
it's all moving too fast
And now the footprints of your failures
Seep into the safety of the harbour
leave it all in a dark past

Just like a wave on the ocean
There's forces that run so deep
I'm falling into the temptation
To let it wash all over me
Come and wash me clean
Come and wash me clean
Come and wash me clean

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Sightreading

I want you to be able to
abide
as a witness
to the choices that have been the noose around your neck.

Breathe.
Breathe not about these choices.
Not around or among them.
Breathe. Here. As it is.
Abiding.
Only abiding.

Breathe.
Breathe through the defence.
Not for victory's sake.
For intimacy. To know that
this is it.
Never to be resolved
to
it.
Never answered.
Simply to abide
in it.

Breathe.
Breathe through the defence.
Breathe as the breath.
You do not have breath.
Breath is you.
The you that is nothing.
Merely abides
in equanimity
while the noose unravels
what it will.

Breathe.
Without effort.
Take breath.
Give breath
to the one eternal
chance to simply
abide.

... here is the truth.
... only intimacy with what is here.
... only "What now?".
... only the gift bestowed on the brave of knowing into what will be.

... and that will be my chance to see you.

The Third

When there was one,
one might have had a chance, for

When there was two,
too much had already passed, for

When there's a third,
third makes two come last, for

When there's not two,
too long, one's bypassed, for

When there's just one,
one's a fourth trespassed.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Cold-Blooded Old Times

Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times

The type of memories
that turn your bones to glass
turn your bones to glass

mother came rushing in
she said we didn't see a thing
we said we didn't see a thing

and father left at eight
nearly splintering the gate
cold-blooded old times

Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times

the type of memories
that turn your bones
turn your bones to glass

and though you were
just a little squirrel
you understood every word

and in this way
they gave you clarity
a cold-blooded clarity

Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times

though how can I stand
and laugh with the man
who redefined your body?

how can I stand
and laugh with the man
who redefined your body?

those cold-blooded old times
cold-blooded old times
cold-blooded old times

Sunday, May 9, 2010

The Calculation - Regina Spektor

You went into the kitchen cupboard, got yourself another hour
And you gave half of it to me
We sat there looking at the faces of these strangers in the pages
Till we knew 'em mathematically

They were in our minds until forever but we didn't mind
We didn't know better

So we made our own computer out of macaroni pieces
And it did our thinking while we lived our lives
It counted up our feelings and divided them up even
And it called that calculation perfect love

Didn't even know that love was bigger
Didn't even know that love was so, so
Hey, hey, hey

Hey this fire, it's burnin', burnin' us up
Hey this fire, it's burnin', burnin' us up

So we made the hard decision and we each made an incision
Past our muscles and our bones, saw our hearts were little stones
Pulled them out they weren't beating and we weren't even bleeding
As we lay them on the granite counter top

We beat 'em up against each other
We beat 'em up against each other
We struck 'em hard against each other
We struck 'em so hard, so hard until they sparked

Hey this fire, it's burnin', burnin' us up
Hey this fire, it's burnin', burnin' us up
Hey this fire, it's burnin', burnin' us up


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