Damn! (A "Reverdie)
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Diving Using A Hookah
"Oh April, your sweet return causes me more pain than I can express ..."
Helas Avril , Matteo da Perugia. Performed by the Huelgas Ensemble, directed by Paul Van Nevel.
Helas Avril when it reaches a promise is not fulfilled, will not comply, they knew, but it's hard to see that advances in April with its cadence of steps marked, its de-cadence whimsical bright days, primaverantes, clear-blue exultant in the retina, grass and flowers in the nose, liar, other days are treacherously cold, gray sea and shore time, with the melancholy wild surf. However, long time no see the sea, seems to lie: the beachfront is a reminder of other ages, when time and life are promising in their own way, as if nothing is happening like that happen, nothing happens nothing happens: it will come. Then in April found that damn, damn April, was Eliot, I swear, it was Perhaps Eliot who first alerted but were behind centuries of Western culture, centuries of romance and culture of the individual soul: April lovingly before politely cursed beautiful songs that sway like the waves when they are peaceful. And how many countless times since, each time has broken heart following the dictates of our conception of love, how often will have cursed April, only because it is cruel since Eliot said, just to be cruel, what more absurd idea but what a powerful, just for being cruel. And she read Eliot with application and love, and I thought: is the cruellest month April Is what usually happens. And he also knows April and cruelty, but did not believe so. That's why, when cursing something, she curses April, and in case of bad luck, the negligence of someone else, or oneself, to give their view on what you know you can not reach. She also heard cursing in April with a lament sung lament the lack of love itself pleased. Love is so selfish that even takes pleasure in his misfortune, but no, they are lovers who are so selfish, able to worship their misfortune, for burning in the embers of the fire itself, that is so nice when you look in the mirror. Oh, styling of consciousness.
And this April passed as all other months, faster than one account. And the rhythm of the days are related with the logic of the seasons. It will not be anything too bad. Once, only once ... the winter dormant feelings are awakened again-then-recognized traumatic love, mixing memory and desire , grieve for lost love, grieve, grieve ... rhythmically, as in music .
April Damn! April Damn!
And this April passed as all other months, faster than one account. And the rhythm of the days are related with the logic of the seasons. It will not be anything too bad. Once, only once ... the winter dormant feelings are awakened again-then-recognized traumatic love, mixing memory and desire , grieve for lost love, grieve, grieve ... rhythmically, as in music .
April Damn! April Damn!
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