Love and this Great Big River

Why all the  confusion
About love today?
I watch an old man
With a smile on his face,
Taking photographs of his wife
As she feeds the geese.
She laughs and shakes
Her head self consciously.
Are they any different than you and I?
Besides the fact that they chose
To love – when love was hard,
To smile – when they both were weary,
And to hold hands and pray
When all the world
Was trying to tear them apart.

…..

I watch a young couple
Walk up to the edge of the water
Arm in arm,
Hand in hand,
Joyful but unable
To endure the cold.
They don’t stay long.
I wonder
Do they have it in them,
To give up their dreams
For one another?
Do they have the courage,
To endure harsher things,
And create a new dream together?
Where will they stand
Years from now,
And will they still stand,
Hand in hand?

…..

The geese know love.
Love gave them the web’s on their feet.
Love gave them their powerful wings,
Love built them to float joyfully,
In elegance and peace
Upon the water.

The geese know love,

I can hear their ugly, joyful, little song.
And one day,
When they finally die,
Love will take them back
From whence they came,
Back into a big blue sky.

The Beauty Of Existence – Thoughts from G.K. Chesterton

These are excerpts of thoughts and poems from Gilbert Keith Chesterton, an early twentieth century writer and poet, written in his early twenties while he was immersed in the dark pessimism of his time (the 1890’s) in art college. He wrote these as he struggled with his own existential questions, and this is the start of his journey to a life of writing on the important things in life. Beautiful stuff.

You Say Grace
You say grace before meals
All right.
But I say grace before the play and the opera,
And grace before the concert and pantomime,
And grace before I open a book,
And grace before sketching, painting,
Swimming, fencing, boxing, walking, playing, dancing;
And grace before I dip the pen in ink.

Here Dies Another Day
Here dies another day
During which I have had eyes, ears, hands
And the great world round me;
And with tomorrow begins another.
Why am I allowed two?

“… no man knows how much he is an optimist, even when he calls himself a pessimist, because he has not really measured the depths of his debt to what ever created him and enabled him to call himself anything. At the back of our brains, so to speak, there was a forgotten blaze or burst of astonishment at our own existence. The object of the artistic and spiritual life was to dig for this submerged sunrise of wonders; so that a man sitting in a chair might suddenly understand that he was actually alive, and be happy.”

“Mere existence reduced to its most primary limits, was extraordinary enough to be exciting. Anything was magnificent as compared with nothing. Even if the very daylight were a dream, it was a day-dream; it was not a nightmare. THe mere fact that one could wave one’s arms and legs about… showed that it had not the mere paralysis of a nightmare. Or if it was a nightmare, it was an enjoyable nightmare. In fact, I had wandered to a position not very far from the phrase of my puritan grandfather, when he said that would thank God for his creation if he were a list soul. I hung on to the remains of my religion by one thread of thanks. I [had discovered a] way of looking at things, with a sort of mystical minimum of gratitude.”

He wrote the following poem for his wife when they got married.

Between the perfect marriage day
And that fierce future proud, and furled,
I only stole six days – six days
Enough for God to make the world.
For us is a creation made
New moon by night, new sun by day,
That ancient elm that holds the heavens
Sprang to its stature yesterday –
Dearest and first of all things free,
Alone as bride and queen and friend,
Brute facts may come and bitter truths,
But here all doubts shall have an end.
Never again with cloudy talk
Shall life be tricked or faith undone,
The world is many and is mad,
But we are sane and we are one.

Music That Moves You #4 (Top 5 of Spring 2011)

Death and All His Friends

Passionate song. Makes me feel good. Makes me want to dance. The best part is towards the end.

AS ALWAYS LISTEN TO IT LOUD

No I don’t wanna battle from beginning to end;
I don’t wanna cycle love, recycle revenge;
I don’t wanna follow death and all his friends.

Death And All His Friends – Viva La Vida – Coldplay

PyroDon’t really know what I like about this song. I guess the way he sings it, sounds as though it is coming from deep down.

AS ALWAYS LISTEN TO IT LOUD

All the black inside me
Is slowly seeping from the bone.
Everything I cherish
Is slowly dying, or it’s gone.

I won’t ever be your cornerstone

Pyro – Come Around Sundown – Kings of Leon

I mean he uses a tornado as a metaphor for love, how can you not like this song. Plus its soothing and makes you want to sit on the patio with a summer breeze and a beer.

AS ALWAYS LISTEN TO IT LOUD

You grow, you roar
Although disguised
I know you
You’ll learn to know
You grow, you grow like tornado
You grow from the inside

I wonder if I’m allowed ever to see
I wonder if I’m allowed to ever be free

Tornado – Go – Jonsi

Another song that makes me want to dance. Melancholy, but doesn’t make me sad. Beautiful song.

AS ALWAYS LISTEN TO IT LOUD

I will shape myself into your pocket
Invisible
Do what you want

Slowly we unfurl
As lotus flowers
‘Cos all I want is the moon upon a stick
Just to see what if
Just to see what is
I can’t kick your habit
Just to fill your fast ballooning head
Listen to your heart

Lotus Flower – King of Limbs – Radiohead

It’s The National… What more needs to be said? I could put almost all of their stuff on here. Love it!

AS ALWAYS LISTEN TO IT LOUD

Today you were far away
and I didn’t ask you why
What could I say
I was far away
You just walked away
and I just watched you
What could I say

How close am I to losing you?

About Today – Cherry Tree – The National