Mortal my friend must be

MY friend must be a bird

MY friend must be a bird,
Because it flies!
Mortal my friend must be,
Because it dies!
Barbs has it, like a bee.
Ah, curious friend,
Thou puzzlest me!



Emily Dickinson (1830–86).
Complete Poems. 1924

You “will not find God or salvation in a dark brick building built by dead men”.

There is no magic any more

There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.

You were the wind and I the sea —
There is no splendor any more,
I have grown listless as the pool
Beside the shore.

But though the pool is safe from storm
And from the tide has found surcease,
It grows more bitter than the sea,
For all its peace.


Sara Teasdale, After Love
(In, http://www.poets.org/)

reality tunnel

Who is the master who makes the grass green?

“Well, the brain receives billions of signals every minute and out of them we select a small portion and make a picture which we project outside and consider reality. That’s our reality tunnel” (R. Anton Wilson, in “Who is the master who makes the grass green?”, a film by Edgar Pêra, 1996)

I wanna watch it all go down

meteor showers and tidal waves

(...)

Cuz I'm praying for rain
And I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.

(...)


Tool, "Aenema"

futures that will never happen

a fluidity we cannot achieve

On hearing the striped contralto of guinea fowl,
its mock opera quivers the parsley atop its head --


The song makes its imprint
in the air, making itself felt,
a felt world. Here, there,
the stunned silence
of knowing I will not remember
what I heard;


futures
that will never happen,
a fluidity we cannot achieve
except as a child
creating possibility.


This is the untranslatable song
hidden in the earth.


From My Father and Miro, by Claudia Reder.

when your heart grows cold

now I stand here waiting...

How does it feel to treat me like you do?
When you've laid your hands upon me
And told me who you are
I thought I was mistaken
I thought I heard your words
Tell me, how do I feel
Tell me now, How do I feel

(...)

And I still find it so hard
To say what I need to say
But I'm quite sure that you'll tell me
Just how I should feel today

(...)

I stand here waiting...

I thought I told you to leave me
While I walked down to the beach
Tell me how does it feel
When your heart grows cold



New Order, "Blue Monday"

... soon the music's over

one last dance

Let's dance little stranger
Show me secret sins
Love can be like bondage
Seduce me once again

Burning like an angel
Who has heaven in reprieve
Burning like the voodoo man
With devils on his sleeve

Won't you dance with me
In my world of fantasy
Won't you dance with me
Ritual fertility

Like an apparition
You don't seem real at all
Like a premonition
Of curses on my soul

The way I want to love you
Well it could be against the law
I've seen you in a thousand minds
You've made the angels fall

Won't you dance with me
In my world of fantasy
Won't you dance with me
Ritual fertility

Come on little stranger
There's only one last dance
Soon the music's over
Let's give it one more chance

(...)

Take a chance with me
In my world of fantasy
Won't you dance with me
Ritual fertility



"dance with me", by
The Lords of the New Church

to bring you my love (a very old drawing)

Hell and high water

I was born in the desert
I been down for years
Jesus, come closer
I think my time is near
And i've traveled over
Dry earth and floods
Hell and high water
To bring you my love

Climbed over mountains
Traveled the sea
Cast down off heaven
Cast down on my knees
I've lain with the devil
Cursed god above
Forsaken heaven
To bring you my love

(...)


PJ Harvey, To bring you my love
To bring you my love, 1995