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Wednesday, 25 May 2016
I've never been to me
Hey lady, you, lady, cursin' at your life
You're a discontented mother and a regimented wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you never do
But I wish someone had a talk to me like I wanna talk to you
Ooh I've been to Georgia and California, and, anywhere I could run
Took the hand of a preacherman and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me
Please lady, please, lady, don't just walk away
'Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today
I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
Won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million lies
Oh I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece
Where I sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got
I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things
That a woman ain't s'posed to see
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me
Hey, you know what paradise is? It's a lie
A fantasy we create about people and places as we'd like them to be
But you know what truth is?
It's that little baby you're holding, and it's that man you fought with this morning
The same one you're going to make love with tonight. That's truth, that's love
Sometimes I've been to cryin' for unborn children
That might have made me complete
But I, I took the sweet life and never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
I spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that cost too much to be free
Hey lady, I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me
I've been to paradise - never been to me
(I've been to Georgia and California, and anywhere I could run)
I've been to paradise - never been to me
(I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece
While I sipped champagne on a yacht)
I've been to paradise - never been to me
(I've been to cryin' for unborn children )
(Fade)
by Ron Miller and Kenneth Hirsch
Monday, 23 May 2016
String theory
Everyone else is a cardboard cut-out -
their intimidatory iterations now fail.
An invisible draw-string gathers
our heart-strings ever closer.
In my innermost places you fit -
distances most intimate.
Infinite intimate iterations -
my-into-mate, mate-into-me. Ha!
Our intimacy in its infancy, yet -
our heart-strings entwine intimately,
through intermittent iterations -
strung forth into infinite horizons.
© Jennifer Phillips
Inspired by a quote from Charlotte Brontë in "Jane Eyre":
“Are you anything akin to me, do you think, Jane?"
I could risk no sort of answer by this time; my heart was full.
"Because," he said, "I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you — especially when you are near to me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred miles or so of land, come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapped; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly.”
And of course, String Theory itself:
In physics, string theory is a theoretical framework in which the point-like particles of particle physics are replaced by one-dimensional objects called strings. It describes how these strings propagate through space and interact with each other.
More, see Wikipedia.
Sunday, 15 May 2016
Letting go of "stuff"
- Visualise what you want your house to look like.
- Sort by category, not by room.
- Tidy clothes first, then books, papers, miscellany, and lastly, mementoes.
- Designate a place for each thing.
- Don't keep things "just in case".
- Only put things away once you have finished discarding.
- Keep only the things that speak to your heart.
- Adapted from Marie Kondo
You don't need a reason to leave
"You are not a terrible person for wanting to break up with someone you love. You don't need a reason to leave. Wanting to leave is enough. Leaving doesn't mean you are incapable of real love or that you'll never love anyone else again. It doesn't mean you're morally bankrupt or psychologically demented or a nymphomaniac. It means you wish to change the terms of one particular relationship. That's all. Be brave enough to break your own heart."
- Cheryl Strayed: "Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar"
Sunday, 8 May 2016
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