I am very pleased with myself just this moment, about one small thing.
Something about this very earnest discussion just struck me as absurd. Also, I refuse to agree with the side I should be agreeing with (and in fact do agree with), and I'm certainly not about to agree with the other side even for sake of advocating devils, and, well, sometimes injecting a little stream of consciousness imagery into the lives of unsuspecting strangers is just the thing.
I feel all better now.
=)
So, yes, pleased with myself, and feeling much the better for my little outburst. Yet, I am not so pleased with the world.
On the sad side, the famous and artistic continue to leave us in droves. Most, like Patrick Swayze, a truly multi-talented and by all accounts I ever heard a genuinely nice guy, are getting coverage elsewhere. But I haven't seen hardly anyone else mention Jim Carroll, who was a truly amazing poet (as in, actual poetry, not just his song lyrics) and singer/songwriter/musician and wrote some truly interesting memoirs. Please no one think they know anything about him if all you know is the movie "The Basketball Diaries", which is so different from his actual memoirs it is ridiculous.
Among his most well known songs is, appropriately enough, "People Who Died". Most of you have probably heard it, more than half of you probably have heard it a LOT.
But as a tribute, I'll be posting another set of lyrics that seem more appropriate.
I Want the Angel, by Jim Carroll
I want the angel
Whose dreams are fatal
They cause the snake's milk to run and curdle
I want the angel
Whose darkness doubles
It absorbs the brilliance of all my troubles
I want the angel
That will not shatter
Every time I whisper, Girl it does not matter
I want the angel
Who's got the proof
She signals her devotion from the rails on the roof
I want the angel
That comes to stay
She don't let lawyers and ambition lead her away
I want the angel
Whose eyes are raving
Who takes what I'm giving and not what I'm saving
I want the angel
Whose bones are so sharp
That they can break through their own excuses
Well, to be a blind man,
Hey, that would be a fine thing
Then I could dream at night of total strangers
And all the music would be so spaceless
And all the women would be so faceless,
They'd be so faceless they'd be like old film
Just like old film I never did process
I want the angel
That knows the sky
She got virtue, she got the parallel light in her eye
I want the angel
That's partly lame
She filters clarity from her desperate shame
I want the angel
That knows rejection
Who's like a whore in love with her own reflection
I want the angel
Whose touch don't miss
When the blood comes through the dropper like a thick red kiss
If I could break through I could be certain
But this obsession is like some fiery curtain
All the numbers reduced to zero
And those who died young, they are my heroes
They are my heroes, they took the walk
Where the heart made sense and the mind can't talk
I want the angel
Whose child don't weep
She's got dreams designed for eternal sleep
I want the angel
That will not change
Into a four-legged monster in love with the strange
I want the angel
That never chooses
And don't come running back every time she loses
But I want the angel that never loses
I feel all better now.
=)
So, yes, pleased with myself, and feeling much the better for my little outburst. Yet, I am not so pleased with the world.
On the sad side, the famous and artistic continue to leave us in droves. Most, like Patrick Swayze, a truly multi-talented and by all accounts I ever heard a genuinely nice guy, are getting coverage elsewhere. But I haven't seen hardly anyone else mention Jim Carroll, who was a truly amazing poet (as in, actual poetry, not just his song lyrics) and singer/songwriter/musician and wrote some truly interesting memoirs. Please no one think they know anything about him if all you know is the movie "The Basketball Diaries", which is so different from his actual memoirs it is ridiculous.
Among his most well known songs is, appropriately enough, "People Who Died". Most of you have probably heard it, more than half of you probably have heard it a LOT.
But as a tribute, I'll be posting another set of lyrics that seem more appropriate.
I Want the Angel, by Jim Carroll
I want the angel
Whose dreams are fatal
They cause the snake's milk to run and curdle
I want the angel
Whose darkness doubles
It absorbs the brilliance of all my troubles
I want the angel
That will not shatter
Every time I whisper, Girl it does not matter
I want the angel
Who's got the proof
She signals her devotion from the rails on the roof
I want the angel
That comes to stay
She don't let lawyers and ambition lead her away
I want the angel
Whose eyes are raving
Who takes what I'm giving and not what I'm saving
I want the angel
Whose bones are so sharp
That they can break through their own excuses
Well, to be a blind man,
Hey, that would be a fine thing
Then I could dream at night of total strangers
And all the music would be so spaceless
And all the women would be so faceless,
They'd be so faceless they'd be like old film
Just like old film I never did process
I want the angel
That knows the sky
She got virtue, she got the parallel light in her eye
I want the angel
That's partly lame
She filters clarity from her desperate shame
I want the angel
That knows rejection
Who's like a whore in love with her own reflection
I want the angel
Whose touch don't miss
When the blood comes through the dropper like a thick red kiss
If I could break through I could be certain
But this obsession is like some fiery curtain
All the numbers reduced to zero
And those who died young, they are my heroes
They are my heroes, they took the walk
Where the heart made sense and the mind can't talk
I want the angel
Whose child don't weep
She's got dreams designed for eternal sleep
I want the angel
That will not change
Into a four-legged monster in love with the strange
I want the angel
That never chooses
And don't come running back every time she loses
But I want the angel that never loses