The somewhat melancholic, contemplative nature of this blog has been brought to my attention and has bothered me for a while now.
I logged in wondering if I could perhaps make an attempt at being upbeat and cheerful today.
It seems unlikely.
Serious recharging necessary.
In time.
But for now, the eccentricity of Tori Amos makes me smile. Louis takes me on walks along moonlit cobbled paths, and Aretha sings me to sleep.
All the while pages and pages of information are sifted through and absorbed in silence. Angst-y writing in black ink appears on clean white sheets. The breaks are filled with Bono...always Bono, never people. People are full of complaints and suggestions and other distractions. Bono is self sufficient in dealing with his own psychosis and only offers love.
A boy who once glittered like gold now lies in a drawer of faded letters. After waiting years and years for him to offer an excuse for his prolonged absence,just so that I could go back to The Way Things Were, I realised that I know how to read silences just as well as words.
Speaking of which, I must return to my analysis of the silence of the Buddha.
11 comments:
i love delirium, the youngest of the endless..she seems to have a dark goddessy sort charm about her :-)
SQN:
It is wise of you to not deny who you are and what you feel. But also, don't forget who you want to be and what you want to feel.
Aiyoo...if you know me well, you'll know why I said that :)
As far as being cheerful and upbeat is concerned, there is a certain romance about existing in a state of melancholy, i agree..specially in writing..but there's more to life and you know it!
Don't know about the intent or the result but that post made me smile. Especially the Bono bit. :)
And delirium is just the beginning.
And the Buddha did say
"Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace."
Being upbeat and cheerful isn't so bad, you know!
yes. sun shiny days. bring it on.
"Cumbolo!" (lookit up!)The herbiage in noida is better that E.O.K. Got a friend running a cafe called Octarine in manali, but just have to wait for the last job to pay me. Shucks, two jobs in two years over one person who finally does not want to talk to me ever all. Now I gotta find work to stay afloat and I can't seem to care. What's it worth to the other person if you screw up. They just turn around and chuckle with their friends and exchange conclusions on how right was their decision to split.
I just cut my hair - my dreadlox that I had been growing for the last 8 years and just started braiding.
Just did three months with no friends, no replies to cries of help, no answers from the one who hurt, no one wants to touch me with a barge Jabwlonski (thats a Pole). Got me a mum, dog and four bikes to hang onto. Figure I can go quietly into the darkness if nothing works.
So if you can still work the Gita for complexities, you are, believe me, doing pretty okay. I can't seem to read books any longer. Am so full of my own story, I can't relate to stories. Wish I could complete writing some of my own.
Yup, all that wordage just to pass on some music that's been keeping me company in my stead.
I sincerely reccomend Tom Waits.
You could also look for the eccentric brit folk singer, Roy Harper. You might know him from the Zep tribute at the end of LZ-3.
Lemme know if they make you hang in there.
Tom Waits I liked a lot.
thankyou:)
I am familiar with the herbiage...not nice.May i recommend better?
: )
(kaya)do dat.
arunesh.d@gmail
"It's not the division of mind between mechanical efficiency and mystic re-emergence; it's actually to do with the new-found abitlity to sit contemplatively on the edge and smile blankly at the void."
PS: Wonder why do they have a 'wheelcahir' icon next to the 'Word Verification' text field?
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