Look what I just found on SoundCloud: http://soundcloud.com/gangofyouths/strange-diseases
Morning Theft
Time takes care of the wound, so I can believe.
You had so much to give, you thought I couldn’t see.
Gifts for boot heels to crush, promises deceit.
I had to send it away to bring us back again.
Your eyes and body brighten silent waters, deep.
Your precious heart in the other room, asleep.
A kiss “Goodnight” from every stranger that I meet.
I had to send it away to bring us back again.
Morning theft, and pretender left, ungrateful.
True Self is what brought you here, to me.
A place where we can accept this love.
Friendship battered down by useless history,
Unexamined failure.
What am I still to you?
Some thief who stole from you?
Or some fool drama queen whose chances were few?
Love brings us to who we need,
A place where we can tame
A heart that beats is both siphon and reservoir.
You’re a woman, I’m a calf.
You’re a window, I’m a knife.
We come together making chance into starlight.
Meet me tomorrow night, or any day you want.
I have no right to wonder just how, or when.
And though the meaning fits, there’s no relief in this.
I miss my beautiful friend.
I had to send it away to bring her back again.
I know it’s over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me, and said :
“If you’re so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
And if you’re so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you’re so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you’re so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight ?”
Listen and learn, love.
14. Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect him to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect him to calm you down when you’re yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely, utterly defeated when something doesn’t exactly match up with all your plans. But that’s the thing. Love isn’t a plan. It doesn’t have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it.
Love is so incredibly messy. People around you can’t comprehend why you do the things you do, or why you fight so hard for something that seems to cause you so much pain, because simply, they can’t see. They can’t see the invisible ring of insanity that surrounds you when you’re in love. It’s inconvenient and painful and devastating at times, but we can’t live without it. What you don’t learn is how hard love is. How much work it takes. How much of ourselves we have to put into it. How it isn’t worth it until we are complete and utter idiots about it.
Love isn’t him calming you down when you yell. It’s him yelling, just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, right in your face to wake you up and to keep you grounded. It isn’t him bringing you roses everyday or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable.
It’s after a long fight, that drains the life and bones right out of you both, and yet him showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It’s not him saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. So no, it’s not her caressing your hair and telling you that everything’s going to be alright. It’s him standing there, admitting he’s just as scared as you are. You have to remember that with love, you’re not the only one involved. You’ve unknowingly put your life, your heart into the palms of another person’s hand and said “here. Do what you will. Mash it into mince meat. Or forget I ever handed it to you. As long as you have it.”
It makes us crazy. It makes us invisible and it erases all the lines that we shouldn’t cross. Because love isn’t about fencing ourselves in; feeling safe, feeling sure about the future. It’s about scaring the crap out of every nerve in our body, but pushing forward anyway. Because all the fighting and all the tears and all the uncertainty is worth it. And it’s a lot better than being 100% happy without someone to show us that there is a world of difference between feeling ‘happy’ and feeling whole.
Life is a challenge, and so is love. Things never come easy in life; if they do, memories are rare, suffering won’t get you through the tough times, there’s nothing to look back on. There’s no mistakes that you learn from. In the end, it’s all worth it.
St Augustine meditating on the mystery of the Holy Trinity.
The story goes, as he was strolling by the seashore, he found a young boy scooping water out of the ocean with a spoon and pouring it into a small hole he had dug out of the bank. When Augustine asked him what he was doing, he replied “I’m emptying the ocean into this hole.”
“But that’s impossible” remarked Augustine.
“And you will have as much chance understanding the Trinity.” concluded the boy.
“If you were not incomprehensible, my God, You would be inferior to me, for my mind could grasp and assimilate You. You would belong to me, instead of I to you. And that would truly be hell!”
-Karl Rahner
On master film makers
Tonight I saw Midnight In Paris, for the second time. Then I watched The Debt. What masterful films.
I felt enlightened having watched them. My mind was wide open. Or rather, opened wide. Opened to the skill of the directors. I could see the craftsmanship unfold right before my eyes. Like watching a master lather carve and sculpt a recalcitrant chunk of wood into a fine object. Each chip, each shaven sliver forming a beautiful piece of art.
Woody Allen drops little seeds of ideas all the way through his films. Though only the fertile mind can receive them.
It’s funny, you can watch his films simply for the basic story. What the characters do and say. Moving from scene to scene. Simply content with what’s offered on the surface. Like a magic trick. Wowed by the coin that appears as if from behind your ear. But there is a wealth of gold waiting to be mined beyond this. Hidden in the subtext, the nuances, the gestures & looks. The seemingly insignificant passing statements that are key to unlocking something much deeper. Concepts. Thoughts & Ideas.
Woody thoroughly relies on and trusts in the intelligence of the audience to see beyond the surface. To recognise the underlying statements he is making on life & reality. The observations he makes about art and the artist. I am seeing more and more this difference between a director and a master film maker.
Just as the illusionist can tell you how he is eluding you as he does it, yet you still can’t quite figure out how he does it. He tricks you in plain view.
Sure… Any director can perform his cheap tricks and charm an audience. Some directors are more sophisticated, still. Enrapturing an audience with their grand production.
But a master film maker whispers secrets in your ear as he unfolds his mystery; his illusion; right before your very eyes.
Luring you. Romancing you, even, drawing you into his message. He has woven truths into the fabric he wraps around you, and you feel the warmth. So you embrace the warmth without consulting volition. As if compelled by something greater than yourself.
He uses everything to say something. He uses the antagonist to reveal things about the protagonist. With slight of hand, by telling you an untruth about them he uncovers their true character. He draws a connection between the protagonist and some other person, figure, idea or truth. But that is gold reserved for those who will dig deeper.
Within the first twenty minutes of The Debt I saw the most believable expressions of humanity. True observations of the director. Like an artist revealing truth in each stroke of his brush. Strokes of life and reality. Each one deliberated with great purpose. The director achieving a connection between the audience and the protagonist. Like a great writer observes truths about his own reality and weaves it through his story. Each word laboured over, carefully chosen to strike just the right thoughts and emotions in the hearts and minds of the reader. The director does so on screen. With every tool he has at his disposal. Every colour in his palette, every note of the soundtrack. Every silence. Every look, every gesture, every action, every word spoken or unspoken. Every moment. Every movement or lack of movement in the camera. Every light, every shadow. Everything to say something.
Tonight, like many a night before, I have learned much and in turn, once again, i have seen I have much to learn.
I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world. Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)
LADIES MARRY PIRATES.
The beauty featured is Australian artist, CAT VAS - http://catvas.com/
“Ladies Marry Pirates” is the title to one of her songs on an album she is to be releasing late October. (Watch this space…)
This day involved the best of chats, chasing daylight, hilairious sentiments and my mother doing make-up. The flower head-piece featured was a D.I.Y last minute thing which I’m thinking creating more of and selling.
Dream day. Dream girl. I’m lucky,
Raaaahhh x
Two of the most talented chicks I knows achieved the impossible dream. Check it out!!
