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absolutely wonderful. beautiful, true and gentle and raw, full of precious little things, like Oh, how their lives had emptied from the time they crawled out from under the bed and stood up on their hind legs!... oh. it's been raining, it's stormy and cold, and another working day lies ahead like a rubbery nasty thing. mmh. look at the sound, do. that's exactly how I move through RL... way too often. would be sick, but book love has magic healing powers. that, and Advil. call it a night. Tags: cohen
mood:  content
sound: Bob Dylan - Ballad of a Thin Man
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the cracked [pun intended?!] version of DVD Region Free does work. perfectly. oh dear. the... possibilities. sounds silly, I imagine, but is not less amazing for that #-) ~ but you know what else is crack? crack distilled? that bookshelf at Halper's in Tel Aviv. Verne, Twain, Wilde, Wells, with Stoker and Stevenson lurking nearby... godsdamn. tall shelves, tightly packed; old books; narrow passages; somewhat second-hand light... a black hole that can read, yes? ... and it reminds me of Discworld also visually, in the way of illustrators [var.senses], despite their best efforts, either totally missing the point - or not quite getting it. I am cursed with a corrector/stylist's mind, I tend to fix the errors when it's far more natural to discard the whole thing, and I always, always fall in love with the impossible... on the brighter side, I do fall in love. always #-) [Когда я был влюблен (а я влюблен Всегда — в поэму, женщину иль запах)... Николай Гумилев] something along those lines. and, of course, this song. it's made its stealthy way into my blood & tears... Confined to sex, we pressed against
The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
I made it to the forward deck,
I blessed our remnant fleet –
And then consented to be wrecked,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
~
...And quiet is the thought of you,
The file on you complete,
Except what we forgot to do,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go
A Thousand Kisses Deep.*weeps* what use is writing any more in presence of this?! ah, night. Tags: cohen
mood:  calm
sound: leonard cohen - a thousand kisses deep
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there are... things. probably crap or waste on the whole, probably, with a couple of gems stuck in them, but not nearly good... but they have this nasty habit of getting personal. like, there is some [little] thing about them. choice of music, perfect sync, seamless motion or a character, play on words, choice of colours, for crying out loud... something small that does not change the big picture, but sticks. you may fall in love with one single moment, but fall you do. eh... so it becomes personal in the sense of that small something only you, with your personal quirks, might find remarkable and precious, and would want to keep... somewhere close #-) ~ and then there would be men, giving their swords and their ships names, which turns an 'it' into a 'her', and then calling their fair [silver & ivory] lady 'the sword of the ocean'... ...and I'd be drowning. ~ and then the melody from this song here would seamlessly flow into the Oceans of Time theme from Dracula... out cold. dead '-) ~ so, high. despite one big gaping plot hole with rags of a dozen of stories flapping in the breeze... despite a very, verrrry large dose of OMGWTF laced with BBQ. it's, it's like... PTerry's opera, in a way. a journey one must NOT embark on with a couple of tickets to the darker corners of L-Space in their pokets. ~ might have to borrow/rent/download some good old hopefully innocent books for future-in-the-past reference #-) [ETA: *not* innocent any more, neither in Russian nor in English. honestly, firewater and musical ecstasy..!] ~ and for the dessert, ( that very song. )Tags: 20k, cohen, lxg
mood:  cranky
sound: Leonard Cohen - Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye
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from So Long, Marianne: We met when we were almost young deep in the green lilac park. You held on to me like I was a crucifix, as we went kneeling through the dark... and then, For now I need your hidden love. I'm cold as a new razor blade. You left when I told you I was curious, I never said that I was brave. if it is not love... ...and then there is Suzanne: And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that you can trust her For she's touched your perfect body with her mind... yes, love indeed '-) Tags: cohen, lyrics
mood: cranky
sound: Leonard Cohen - Best Of
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'Been practicing my 'Argh' all working day long. Got it perfectly. The classical 'argh', the bored-to-death-with-this-bloody... 'aargh' and the 'arrrrghhh!' when ppl tried to shove me into my desk '-) The favourite among younger co-workers radio station keeps playing the legendary Dust in the Wind. Nice. With an occasional dose of Leonard Cohen, which is even better. I like music playing while I work, otherwise it's odd characters occupying my head '-) Try to concentrate on papers with 3 dialogues fighting for your mental space someday... [ mental space, how appropriate] And, mind you, with all the fuss I still get nothing written! Aarrrrgh I'm afraid it's a knack. (The Good Day... remember? '-) I love my listsibs, in an odd way. We seem to have caught the same virus of cautiously walking around a subject, saying the same thing with different words, having lots of fun and actually not getting anywhere '-) But the how of it, the process! It so appeals to the eastern part of my soul... [no, I'm not going into that East/West maze again, thanks!] Why does it all remind me of Cohen's In My Secret Life, hmm? Oh. When my slight obsessions get a soundtrack, it becomes really, seriously bad. First it had to be Untouchable, now it's Light as the Breeze... Not good. There's blood on every bracelet, you can see it, you can taste it, and it's Please baby please baby please... - Just in time for our discussion of the, um, violent streak... Dangerous. I adore Leonard. ...and it ain't exactly prison, but you'll never be forgiven for whatever you've done with the keys. - Er... Guards? Guards?.. I'd better get some sleep now '-) Tags: cohen, dw
mood:  blah
sound: Bon Jovi - Say It Isn't So
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This entry was supposed to be about love, but I don't know any more. It all started, as usual, with a book. A book opened at random. And then, naturally, it leapt out at me. I apologize for any mishaps of my back-into-English-from-Russian translation. "Who tied the reins of Power into a love knot?" (Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers) Moments like this throw me into a specific state of happy depression. When you see your efforts of last few weeks or so put so perfectly into one single sentence, you're bound to question your motivation. It's exasperating. It's beautiful. And then there was this to rekindle me: "...I think if anybody hangs in there long enough at whatever they're doing - whether it's fishing or journalism or cabinet making - it represents a kind of heroic attention, because almost everything in the world conspires to whisper in your ear, at increasing volume, "Sit down and shut up." So, anybody who continues to show up at whatever they're doing deserves a certain kind of applause." (Leonard Cohen, from interview to Musician Magazine, November 1993) So, be blessed all brave souls. Life is a challenge. Writing is a challenge. Writing on some topics is like walking the rope on a dare. And yet we try. We even dare being good at it. Hooray! Marina Tsvetaeva wrote that, to love, everything is a sign. That love would always find it. Considering the amount of coincidences happening to me, there should be a great love. I'm afraid there is, only not quite what it would be expected to be. My heart should be crowded, only there's enough time, space and alternate reality involved to make a place for everyone. Scary. Looks almost like a template is set there to scan the L-Space ( not in DW sense!) for a special kind of person (again, no reference meant). I only wish I knew what it is looking for '-) An elegant example of coincidences & knots: ~ "...And it was dreamed all the stronger by people who didn't sleep." (Terry Pratchett, Interesting Times) - read yesterday and frowned upon for ringing a bell; ~ "...but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible. This I did." (T.E.Lawrence) - recalled shortly after, oh damn; ~ and a reference to T.E.Lawrence in Beautiful Losers - stumbled upon today. It's just words. OTOH, it's the just words that make the world such an interesting (albeit dangerous) place. Argh '-) Tags: cohen, dw
mood:  naughty
sound: Discworld - Sioni Bod Da
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