Thursday, December 16, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
To live and to die,
Finding direction and finding life,
We all are left to choose,
To discover the treasures of the world
Or to be left in darkness
To die, the tragic death of dreams
Or to continue forward, learning all the way.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
This orchestra grows rambunctious, rears on its hind legs and attacks the tonal veil with primitive fury, rending it, clawing it until it breaks through to the jungle beyond. I follow those heathen--follow them exultingly. I dance wildly inside myself; I yell within, I whoop; I shake my assegai above my head, I hurl it true to the mark yeeeeooww! I am in the jungle and living in the jungle way. My face is painted red and yellow and my body is painted blue. My pulse is throbbing like a war drum. I want to slaughter something--give pain, give death to what, I do not know. But the piece ends. The men of the orchestra wipe their lips and rest their fingers. I creep back slowly to the veneer we call civilization with the last tone and find the white friend sitting motionless in his seat, smoking calmly.
"Good music they have here," he remarks, drumming the table with his fingertips.
Music. The great blobs of purple and red emotion have not touched him. He has only heard what I felt. He is far away and I see him but dimly across the ocean and the continent that have fallen between us. He is so pale with his whiteness then and I am so colored.
Zora Neale Hurston
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
That feeling of apathy. Oh my heavens, it just came about like these clouds. Covered up that beautiful blue sky and them stars. Not to say darkness has overshadowed my life, nope, not like that. Anything but that. I think it is just the time to move on. I have no problem leaving this, I just need to know that it's time to go. I don't think I could handle bringing about something that I didn't intend, especially now. It is almost a good feeling, being ready to let it all go. I mean seriously, this almost feels healthy.