Thursday, July 28, 2016
OK, I'll tell you
NOTE. This was my first experience with embedding a Vimeo, and because it's ginormous, the right-hand side of the frame is cut off. But when you watch it, it's as if nothing is cut off. This is quite interesting, a recreation of Nietzsche's Writing Ball (and if I EVER have to spell out his name again, I will be writhing more than writing).
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Love walked in - again
Nothing seemed to matter any more,
Didn't care what
I was headed for.
Time was
standing still,
No one counted
till
There came a
knocking at the door.
Love walked right in and drove the shadows away
Love walked right in and brought my sunniest day
Love walked right in and brought my sunniest day
One magic
moment, and my heart seemed to know
That love said
Hello ! ,
Though no a word
was spoken
One look and I forgot the gloom of the past
One look and I had found my future at last
One look and I had found my future at last
One look and I
had found a world completely new,
When love walked
in... with you.
How can I explain what it's like to have a relationship with someone who isn't there?
You woke me up again, George. Or did I awaken you? You just appeared, when I was sure it was over, I'd never see you again. But when I least expected it, I felt you so near my face, so near I could almost feel your breath on me, and you said, "I'm right here."
I think you saved me from myself, or reminded me - I can do better, that I can dispense with mean-spiritedness towards anyone. I can do better. I had forgotten. It's not the sort of thing you'd do - no curses, hexes or revenge. You were not vindictive. When I feel your spirit now, it amazes me - such beauty of soul that shone through in that amazing music.
Such beauty happens just once. And yet it happens all the time. To the end of time.
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