Wednesday, October 1, 2008

V for verse libre




"We also write to heighten our own awareness of life. We write to lure and enchant and console others. We write to serenade our lovers. We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection. We write, like Proust, to render all of it eternal, and to persuade ourselves that it is eternal. We write to be able to transcend our life, to reach beyond it. We write to teach ourselves to speak with others, to record the journey into the labyrinth. We write to expand our world when we feel strangled, or constricted, or lonely. We write as the birds sing, as the primitives dance their rituals. If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it. When I don't write, I feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in a prison. I feel I lose my fire and my color. It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it breathing."
- Anaïs Nin

2 comments:

V. said...

One by one, the guests arrive
The guests are coming through
The open-hearted many
The broken-hearted few

And no one knows where the night is going
And no one knows why the wine is flowing
Oh love I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh... I need you now

And those who dance, begin to dance
Those who weep begin
And Welcome, welcome cries a voice
Let all my guests come in.

And no one knows where the night is going...

And all go stumbling through that house
in lonely secrecy
Saying Do reveal yourself
or Why has thou forsaken me?

And no one knows where the night is going...

All at once the torches flare
The inner door flies open
One by one they enter there
In every style of passion

And no one knows where the night is going...

And here they take their sweet repast
While house and grounds dissolve
And one by one the guests are cast
Beyond the garden wall

And no one knows where the night is going...

Those who dance, begin to dance
Those who weep begin
Those who earnestly are lost
Are lost and lost again

And no one knows where the night is going...

One by the guests arrive
The guests are coming through
The broken-hearted many
The open-hearted few

And no one knows where the night is going...


(obrigada*)

gingerandclove said...

and noone knows but everyone is playing...

http://drx.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/03/blind_children_hide_and_seek_over_2.jpg

obrigada estoy me:)