December 2008
9 posts
Pleasure is a freedom-song,
But it is not freedom.
It is the blossoming of your desires,
But it is not their fruit.
It is a depth calling unto a height,
But it is not the deep nor the high.
It is the caged taking wing,
But it is not space encompassed.
Ay, in very trusth, pleasure is a freedom-song.
And I fain would have you sing it with fullness
of heart; yet I would not have you lose...
Take me out tonight Where there’s music and...
“Most people call something profound, not because it is near some important truth but because it is distant from ordinary life. Thus, darkness is profound to the eye, silence to the ear; what-is-not is the profundity of what-is.”
Auden
When I drive alone at night, I see the streetlights as fairgrounds And I tried a hundred times to see the road signs as Day-Glo. Old songs, stay till the end. Sad songs, remind me of friends. And the way it is, I could leave it all And I ask myself, would you care at all.
