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28.10.06

rejoindre le futile à l'agréable? 

"[...] je realise a quel point le sentiment d’accomplissement qu’on recherche dans la vie, on nous a appris a le trouver dans des occupations completements externes a soi et dans les distractions les plus futiles. Comme si le progres qu’il est possible de faire dans notre vie interieure ne vallait pas le progres dans la vie exterieure, la carriere, le materiel, le confort, la vie sociale.[...]"

sagesse khoury

ce sont des questions auxquelles je pense énormement ces jours-ci.

i know it's over... the queen is dead. 

so i'm listening to the smiths...

I Know It's Over
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
and as I climb into an empty bed
oh well. Enough said.
I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
see, the sea wants to take me
the knife wants to cut me
do you think you can help me?
sad veiled bride, please be happy
handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
(although she needs you
more than she loves you)
and I know it's over - still I cling

I don't know where else I can go
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?
because tonight is just like any other night
that's why you're on your own tonight
with your triumphs and your charms
while they're in each other's arms..."

It's so easy to laugh
it's so easy to hate
it takes strength to be gentle and kind

It's so easy to laugh
it's so easy to hate
it takes guts to be gentle and kind

Love is Natural and Real
but not for you, my love
not tonight, my love

Love is Natural and Real
but not for such as you and I, my love

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head


19.10.06

louise [10.12.1922-08.10.2006] 

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6.10.06

the telegraph wire harp 

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"As I went under the new telegraph wire, I heard it vibrating like a high harp overhead. It was as the sound of a far-off glorious life, a supernal life, which came down to us , and vibrated the lattice work of this life of ours'."
(Thoreau, 1851)

wire music - article