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WAGNER

When in his study pent the whole year through, 185
Man views the world, as through an optic glass,
On a chance holiday, and scarcely then,
How by persuasion can he govern men?

FAUST

If feeling prompt not,
if it doth not flow Fresh from the spirit’s depths, with strong control 190
Swaying to rapture every listener’s soul,
Idle your toil; the chase you may forego!
Brood o’er your task! Together glue,
Cook from another’s feast your own ragout,
Still prosecute your paltry game, 195
And fan your ash-heaps into flame!
Thus children’s wonder you’ll excite,
And apes’, if such your appetite;
But that which issues from the heart alone,
Will bend the hearts of others to your own.

but it will be cured in due time

She described the song as lighthearted. A bit like the old days in her village with all the youth coming out and dancing. A bit folksy but festive at the same time.

is almost painful at times. There were so many good memories and the joys of being someone better. But there is always something new the next day, the possibility of Better (not necessarily more or sucess) and of Good.
The possiblity of change for the better.

(The discolored photgraphs are fading and the memory as well
If I could remember everything and the look on your face that would be swell)

But grace can still be found within the gale
With fear and reverence raise your ragged sail

which flew into my life and settled has been aroused again. And I wish I could cry as a sign of many thanks but I can’t. But He knows how I mean, anyway.

Thank You.

CHRISTMAS CAROLS. I’ve never thought much about them, but recently I’ve starting (mediocrely) belting them out, and it’s the first time I’ve really noticed the lyrics. They are filled with literary and poetic goodness, and I will post some up for you to marinate in asap.

and (un)resting in peace.

eaueau:

soleil moon
voler voler
bonjour goodbye
au revoir aloha
searching
everywhich way
rever

currently: truly missing my old ambitions and France

what happened to feeling infinite? what happened to the big house of love where people could come anytime to find peace and feel love and give love and bake cookies with that special ingredient and watercolor paint their dreams? what happened to that child-like innocence? what happened to seizing the day (carpe diem)? what happened to “today is not an ordinary day”? what happened to you are beautiful? what happened to holding hands and never letting go? what happened to making people happy what happened to never giving up what happened to loving what happened to telling people that they are beautiful no matter what all the time what happened to opening eyes what happened to living

deos

We the affluent youth
spend like prodigal son forsooth

why is exclusive so appealing
so elusive?
Please; don’t be so delusive.

—-
community vs. too much individualism

please; have faith.
not in the words of man
saying all the things you can
but just believe there’s hope
bigger than the stuff found in your dope.

something’s wrong
and you won’t tell me
Please don’t keep it in
—it’s not healthy.

after receiving the phone call

she tried to hide it at first by trying to block the tears and letting it sink and settle before she told them

she told them
they were in disbelief and his eyes started to water and then the sobs and “Why? Why now?” came and it was all so emotional.

Now she (the other she) started crying those sobs that came from deep inside the body
The sobs that can’t necessarily be explained and just come low and rolling
Maybe it was because she was young and Maybe it was because he was crying so hard and she’d never seen him cry so hard
Nevertheless the tears were real and tangible and you couldn’t say they were all meaningless

But there they were, their tears drowning their thoughts so everything became unclear and the house all heated and unbearable and the living conditions questionable

(and the neighbors, oh the neighbors were good and they understood fairly well because everyone on the street had troubles and they weren’t afraid of crying and loud noises and because they knew that love was buried beneath all their troubles)

Our humble humming motor approached the lights embedded into the darkness. As we neared it they got higher, more unreachable with every closing meter.

But it was just an illusion. The lights were actually just habitats in the mountains, and they were as unreachable as nothing. A simple drive en route the brambled path and we’d be there.

The loftiest aren’t the hardest to reach. If you ever wonder how they got that high up in the first place, it’s because they were searching, and not much else (and they still are [searching]).

and I am bewildered as to why the heavens bless me so.
Utterly at a loss for words to be honest.