Obviamente eres una persona muy inteligente. Muy sensible, además.
Las memorias se escogen. Esto es muy real. Hay que ser un tirano y arbitrariamente cultivar lo que queremos sea nuestro pasado (y futuro).
Seguro sabrás como dejar atrás las sendas oscuras que alguna vez caminaste, y abrirte camino hacia mejores parajes hablando y cultivando en tu mente y escritos esas maravillas que anhelas.
Espero leerlas cuando se vuelvan el material primario que salga de tus dedos.
Just now watching an interview with Joan Baez, seeing how she loved Bob Dylan but you can tell that however much she admired his way with words she could never get there. I look back through the years at Baez, the voice, she looks back through the years at Dylan, the words, the ragamuffin wild man, but even together there was that distance created by words. So I think of longing as distance. It’s the nostalgic equivalent in beauty to irony’s appearance as comedy: irony is distance. A man tripping on the pavement doesn’t think it’s funny but three wise guys with beers a few feet away think it’s hilarious. They have the right perspective.
Words are sigils. Music is sonic therapy. The longing and length decided by a few intermittent distractions. The greatest philosophers are usually the bar flies or bums that have seen a life. In a world ruled by language its the marriage of genius and insanity in a life designed by speed, pace and change so fast we will one day look back and say “I should have just smelled the flowers.”
Obviamente eres una persona muy inteligente. Muy sensible, además.
Las memorias se escogen. Esto es muy real. Hay que ser un tirano y arbitrariamente cultivar lo que queremos sea nuestro pasado (y futuro).
Seguro sabrás como dejar atrás las sendas oscuras que alguna vez caminaste, y abrirte camino hacia mejores parajes hablando y cultivando en tu mente y escritos esas maravillas que anhelas.
Espero leerlas cuando se vuelvan el material primario que salga de tus dedos.
“I remember California” — Michael Stipe. Me too
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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-3D1zWC1hs0&pp=ygUZaSByZW1lbWJlciBjYWxpZm9ybmlhIHJlbQ%3D%3D
Quite so. That'll do.
thank you very very much
"The only permanence in life is longing." AMG
It's not how much longing there is, it's how you use it.
exactly there is Length to longing.
Well said you nailed it.
Not many people get my cognitive dissonance zen koan-isms
Just now watching an interview with Joan Baez, seeing how she loved Bob Dylan but you can tell that however much she admired his way with words she could never get there. I look back through the years at Baez, the voice, she looks back through the years at Dylan, the words, the ragamuffin wild man, but even together there was that distance created by words. So I think of longing as distance. It’s the nostalgic equivalent in beauty to irony’s appearance as comedy: irony is distance. A man tripping on the pavement doesn’t think it’s funny but three wise guys with beers a few feet away think it’s hilarious. They have the right perspective.
Words are sigils. Music is sonic therapy. The longing and length decided by a few intermittent distractions. The greatest philosophers are usually the bar flies or bums that have seen a life. In a world ruled by language its the marriage of genius and insanity in a life designed by speed, pace and change so fast we will one day look back and say “I should have just smelled the flowers.”
…he says, in sigils.
And I’m the better for it. Thank-you.
Thank you.