Musik: Hello Hurricane - Switchfoot
Klieden: Pink, flowery dress
Filme: A Single Man (Ford)
Buchen: Again, mostly crit...
I just want to mention how amazing the movie is. I guess I have a fixation with words right now. I don't have too much else to say about this...
Take comfort in words,
For they are empty.
Mere sounds the voice creates,
Which we are supposed to understand.
Well, I understand nothing of this…
The syllables echo, resound, bounce
Off the walls building up all around me.
The walls of sound complete me,
They claim to ease my aloneness,
Their whispers snarl, connive, goad,
They are not my friends;
We are bitter enemies.
When committed, resigned to, given fully
To the page;
That billowing expanse of pure white landscape,
Words diminish its purity,
Subside the wilderness; tame it.
There is nothing safer than to write,
It is not speech, it may not be overheard.
You can tear it, burn it, erase it…
Yet, once heard, audible words
Cannot be destroyed.
Carry they weight?
It is yet to be determined…
In prayer, need we words?
Or overwhelming emotion;
Love, passion, commitment,
Are these man-made conventions,
Ever enough?
Semantic gaps like chasms,
Separate the known, from the unknown.
I long to go…
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Your words are like barbed wire,
Choking me.
My thoughts belong to far more than this;
This stagnant mundane, everyday drilling banal,
Crush, crush, crush.
Imagine that I should express through image,
What my ever boundless mind should see?
But there is no definition;
No detail, no precision,
No clarity of meaning.
Nor through the emotional, yet meaningless
Music of the soul.
Ah, to be bound by this;
The human condition
Of such intensity
That it creates impossibility of expression.
Longing without end,
Frustration without relief,
Sorrow without mercy.
Pray, give me a medium;
A method to my maddening struggle;
A new-fashioned instrument of the arts,
Some new poetic form,
That necessitates no words, no image, no sound…
That is not physical; let it be wholly metaphysical;
Let it be Love, Sorrow, Anger,
Let it be this and so much more…
Do not charge me so, with this suffering;
For I know there is relief!
Pray, bestow me with knowledge
Let me know no bounds.
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