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January 31 Simon & Garfunkel - The sound of silenceHello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains, within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone,
narrow streets of cobblestone, 'Neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp. When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light that split the night And touched the sound of silence. And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening, People writing songs that voices never share And no one dared disturb the sound of silence. "Fools" said I,"You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you, Take my arms that I might reach you." But my words like silent raindrops fell, and echoed in the wells of silence... And the people bowed and prayed
to the neon God they made. And the sign flashed out its warning, In the words that it was forming. And the signs said, The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls. And whispered in the sounds of silence. This is a great song that I love, and it is very intelligent and poetic. The song uses the imagery of light and darkness to show how people's ignorance and apathy destroys their ability to communicate even on simple levels.
Its theme is man's inability to communicate with man. The author sees the extent of communication as it is on only its most superficial and "commercial" level (of which the "neon sign" is representative). There is no serious understanding because there is no serious communication - "people talking without speaking - hearing without listening". No one dares take the risk of reaching out ("take my arms that I might reach you") to disturb the sound of silence. The poet's (character in the song) attempts are equally futile (" . . . but my words like silent raindrops fell within the wells of silence"). The ending is an enigma. The words tell us that when meaningful communication fails, the only sound is silence. Too bad the concept of today's lack of communication is not the silence that everyone holds inside them. I think the problem these days is people shouting too loud to hear (or to see or notice) someone else. But look at the bright side : We took the misunderstanding to a whole new level that Simon and Garfunkel couldn't guess. Time to be proud to be idiots, again... Sting - Shape of my heartHe deals the cards as a meditation
and those he plays never suspect. He doesn't play for the money he wins, he doesn't play for respect. He deals the cards to find the answer, the sacred geometry of chance, the hidden law of a probable outcome. The numbers lead a dance. I know that the spades are swords of a soldier.
I know that the clubs are weapons of war. I know that diamonds mean money for this art but that's not the shape of my heart... He may play the jack of diamonds.
He may lay the queen of spades. He may conceal a king in his hand while the memory of it fades... I know that the spades are swords of a soldier.
I know that the clubs are weapons of war. I know that diamonds mean money for this art but that's not the shape of my heart... And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong. I'm not a man of too many faces, the mask I wear is one. Those who speak know nothing and find out to their cost like those who curse their luck in too many places and those who fear are lost. I know that the spades are swords of a soldier. I know that the clubs are weapons of war. I know that diamonds mean money for this art but that's not the shape of my heart...  January 15 More than ever, every single day... It's time to go to bed for one more day. It's the time when all thoughts and dreams come barging into your head. I never really understood why
all the deep thinking happens when the sun goes down. Maybe it's not really the problem. Maybe the problem lies upon why the thoughts exists in
the first place.
As I close my eyes, letting my head relax, I am losing myself in the magical calm tune that my friend Johnny gave me : It's nothing else but Final fantasy - Fullfilled desire.
And as the rhythm builds up, so does my memories. "Fullfilled desire". What an ironic name for my case. Especially when people around you remind
you that "you can't always get what you want". But who are they to judge? Did I ever came around their desires to tell them what is right or wrong?
Did I ever tried to suffocate their passion?
Yeah, maybe you can't always get what you want. But the magic is not solely "Ithaka" but the journey there (as the greek writer Kavafis says in reference
to Homer's Odyssey). Because when you are on a journey through unknown lands and you'll learn to survive through the hardships, you will understand how
your ultimate destination is the reason for you to change. When you will appreciate the experience, you will eventually reach Ithaka before you even realise
it. And yeah, the people won't be able to recognize you when you arrive, for the days and nights that you were away will have make their pass known upon
your looks and your thinking. But it would still be you. It will be you when you will open your arms, when you kiss the ground...
It's time to go and sleep for one more night. It's the time that I close my eyes, dreaming of my desire. Because even if I will never find my way there,
I will surely have give my all. I will surely be someone else. I will have learn things, meet new friends and foes. I will know my limits better, so I can
overpass them again. No one can deny my "raison d'etre", my reason to live. No one...
Even if I will never reach my Ithaka, I will be a better sailor, adventurer, friend, hard-worker... Person. But I am still optimistic. Foolish me...
And, as Muse say in "Hoodoo" :
Goodnight blog. January 03 V sag feat. Alexandra mckay - FeatherYou're lovely, sweet and full of feelings
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