Art, prayers and even flowering plants are just about the same. They are beautiful, simple things that can happen anywhere. A hard rain in the desert can cause disastrous flooding, but will spur a bloom to form in the middle of a freeway. A disciplined voice can be heard in the middle of braying-drunk villagers. So this voice is heard from out of a razed place, a Webster place; praying to get out of the ruins. Do the gods listen to tongues that have earned their silver?
Susanne Sundfør – The Brothel
This: a gorgeous poem/song.
(I cannot vouch for the total accuracy of these lyrics, but they seem close enough.)
Purple pavements
Crooked fingers knocking on windows without souls
Bodies are swinging from rooftops and poles
Howling through hollows
Restless nights in one night cheap hotels
Oh, I’m only drifting to always come back
And I search for something
Oh, whatever I don’t really care
Driving with their lights off they can be anywhere
Rolling down their windows
Open car with open mouths
Golden teeth and golden cards
You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow my trail
I’ll do it all, I’ll do whatever you say, God has left me anyway
Lava laden pavements
Stars with stains and the heaven and afterglow
Beneath the ashes our echoes are buried alive
They are howling through hollows
Once we’ve shared their temple halls
Now our heads are hung up on walls
We are ruins within ruins
On every corner a gladiator is begging for another century
When no one cut your tongue to know nothing and to know it all
To be both the animal and god
You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow our trail
We’ll do it all, we’ll do whatever you say, God has left us anyway
You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow our trail
We’ll do it all, we’ll do whatever you say, God has left us anyway
There are echoes in the garden is anybody listening
There are echoes lost in the garden is anybody listening
They whisper:
The ones who are only living are the ones who are only dying
Not shivering all the time = Happier
This is the first week I have been in Rosarito wherein I am not wearing 5 layers of clothing to keep warm while sitting at the computer. Have any of you in the depths of winter in the north been dealing with such things? Probably not. You all have hissing, pinging, clanging, wonderful radiators in every room with a magic thermostat that gives you the power to make your home the Sahara desert at your command, if it suited you.
Since the space heater fried a couple weeks back, I haven’t even have that for relief. So it has been quite difficult to sit still and think about/deal with 1st world problems.
I have already done my share of shivering when I lived in a 1953 bread truck in Brooklyn through all the seasons (ALL of them), but it was dead easy to find a warm (hot even) spot somewhere to sit for a while. I learned that, for delicate, bloodless me, mid to low forties was bearable, but just barely. I knew I wouldn’t die in that sort of weather, but it was not very comfortable to stay in for long periods- and try to be a productive and useful member of society. So here I have been, in a roomy house, not in a cramped vehicle, suffering through these barely tolerable temperatures. I say this house is roomy, I should also mention it is drafty, and completely backward when it comes to distributing the sun’s radiant heat- it DOESN’T. Well, not really any way. It could be a lovely 65 degrees outside and 20 degrees cooler INSIDE the house. Maybe it isn’t such an extreme difference, but my perpetually goose-pimpled body doesn’t really care for scientific exactness.
And if you are saying, well then just go out and sit in a cafe or something. Well, very few places here have any kind of climate control whatsoever and there have been few chances for me to really warm up (to the bone) except when I lay down to sleep under an electric blanket or take that occasional hot shower. And I for one cannot telecommute while in the shower!
I must add that taking walks up and down the main boulevard has proved very helpful in keeping warm; and staying fit; and discovering the shops in town! A closet sized boutique of a shop opened up at the far end of town where they sell homemade natural treats like this tasty spread.
{ I will leave it up to y’all to translate the composition of the substance. 🙂 }
So as the weather here has taken a turn for the better, I am feeling a little less oppressed- under the weather- at the mercy of it!
Now I can think beyond basic necessity, beyond the simple words that I have kept close to my heart: MOVE OR DIE.
Since the space heater fried a couple weeks back, I haven’t even have that for relief. So it has been quite difficult to sit still and think about/deal with 1st world problems.
I have already done my share of shivering when I lived in a 1953 bread truck in Brooklyn through all the seasons (ALL of them), but it was dead easy to find a warm (hot even) spot somewhere to sit for a while. I learned that, for delicate, bloodless me, mid to low forties was bearable, but just barely. I knew I wouldn’t die in that sort of weather, but it was not very comfortable to stay in for long periods- and try to be a productive and useful member of society. So here I have been, in a roomy house, not in a cramped vehicle, suffering through these barely tolerable temperatures. I say this house is roomy, I should also mention it is drafty, and completely backward when it comes to distributing the sun’s radiant heat- it DOESN’T. Well, not really any way. It could be a lovely 65 degrees outside and 20 degrees cooler INSIDE the house. Maybe it isn’t such an extreme difference, but my perpetually goose-pimpled body doesn’t really care for scientific exactness.
And if you are saying, well then just go out and sit in a cafe or something. Well, very few places here have any kind of climate control whatsoever and there have been few chances for me to really warm up (to the bone) except when I lay down to sleep under an electric blanket or take that occasional hot shower. And I for one cannot telecommute while in the shower!
I must add that taking walks up and down the main boulevard has proved very helpful in keeping warm; and staying fit; and discovering the shops in town! A closet sized boutique of a shop opened up at the far end of town where they sell homemade natural treats like this tasty spread.{ I will leave it up to y’all to translate the composition of the substance. 🙂 }
So as the weather here has taken a turn for the better, I am feeling a little less oppressed- under the weather- at the mercy of it!
Now I can think beyond basic necessity, beyond the simple words that I have kept close to my heart: MOVE OR DIE.