Abjektala ordlingar / Abjectal wor(l)dlings: mars 2021

onsdag 31 mars 2021

The key to the Love Circus of the World: Love came here

There is no end to this story
No final tragedy or glory
Love came here and never left

Now that my heart is open
It can't be closed or broken
Love came here and never left

The key to the Love Circus of the World

John Bauer, The three Norns and the key

Around the middle of the 1980's I stepped out of the straitjacket of romanticized love and one-dimensional thinking, questionmarking big words: Love? Woman? WorldWord?

A turn of the key
And the door is pushed open, now...
What I wanted was love
Not an imitation
We're heading for a fall...

And you do get what you QUESTion.

And you do fall into and through the mark.

The way of love is not a subtle argument.
The door there is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom.

How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling,
they are given wings.

Rumi

And I fell.

I fell from a great height
Scrambling with myth and light
Surrendered to a dream
That was absolutely right

Children of unknown generation

Refusing to be buried alive
...
But at least our souls have never been sold

lördag 27 mars 2021

dance origin in the paradise hotel of the world

with no words, with no song

i'm gonna dance the dream

and make the dream come true

The Red Shoes, Kate Bush

Neon sign from paradise hotel across the street Is blinking on and off and on and off and on And the bird in my hand is promising paradise Paradise Hoel, Eliza Gilkyson

I got a fine house, I got a deep well
I'm a woman who knows how to keep to herself Paradise found, Gretchen Peters

tisdag 23 mars 2021

home with myself, home with her

Homesick for myself, for her - as, later the heatwave
breaks, the clear tones of the world
manifest: cloud, bough, wall, insect, the very soul of light,
homesick as the fluted vault of desire
articulates itself: I am the lover and the loved

home and wanderer, she who splits

firewood and she who knocks, a stranger
in the storm, two women, eye to eye

measuring each other's spirits each other's

limitless desire

Adrienne Rich

When soul happens to me, "she" exists as reflected in this music mirror with the Waterboys.
Experienced through me, my bodysoul gets female traits...

She is so beautiful
I've got no words to describe
The way she makes me feel inside
I'm flying solo
As free as light as a bird
Yet I could lay my wings down in a moment
To guard and comfort her

...

For she is like a song
She is like a ray of light
She is like children playing
Like harps and bells and cymbals playing
And she is like a wind
Moving, soothing, bringing joy
And here am I, destroyed
She is so beautiful