I used to listen to this every day in Korea when I was feeling depressed. I’d to a headstand against the wall and listen to this song about love of the infinite.
All Knots are Folly
All knots are folly
true lines are unbroken
knots pause in cords cut.
All knots are moments
figure-eights of ghosts meaning that
hands came together.
-me, RAH
Oh to Be In Love
As the light hits you
as you shift along the floor
I find it hard to place my face
How did I come to be here anyway?
It’s terribly vague what’s gone before.
I could have been anyone
You could have been anyone’s dream.
Why did you have to choose our moment?
Why did you have to make me feel that?
Why did you make it so unreal?
All the colors look brighter now
Everything they say seems to sound new.
Slipping into tomorrow too quick.
Yesterday always too good to forget.
Stop the swing of the pendulum! Let us through!
Oh to be in love
and never get out again.
-Kate Bush
A story in knots……
shake hands
theif’s knot
fool’s knot
true lover’s knot
constrictor knot
blood knot
death knot
grief knot.
These are the titles of drawings in a series I made for my upcoming art show. There are some insane names for knots. The death knot is used by climbers and its called that because it looks too simple to hold but is actually very strong. The thief knot is identical to the love knot, but the true love knot is more complicated. Of course.
Tongue that I bite
this tongue that I bite
itches to sing your praises
hungers for your wounds.
-RAH
Dime
On and on my hand in my hair
my hand in my pocket or dangling out there
To be pulled and traced like a hide on a frame
Tanned and aged
cut to shape and then
On and on burnt with a name
pulled through the loops
wrapped round your waist again
On and on my hand in my hair
my hand in my pocket or dangling out there
to be linked and led like a fish on a line
pulled like meat on a stick
fires outside in the summer time
On and on popping up sparks
that blow up to nothing,
never penetrate the dark.
Me I’d be new and I’d gleam
I’d wink and shine like a dime
Me I’d be hot in your palm
I’d lay face down on your lifeline
And if I was touched I wouldn’t show it much.
If I was touched I wouldn’t show it much
If I was touched I wouldn’t show it much:
It would take much to scrape my hard silver shape.
Wrote this a few months ago, thinking of the summer that is right now.
I saw you at the end
when your rain of rust arrived
when copper colors
sparkled in the slits of your shoes
I knew you were ashamed
rode alone into the night
but we didn’t care
if you wore a wound or no wound
think of this
you were of earth
when our posture was still simple
when my hair was still cut straight
across my ankles
speck of serpant ship arises
over the horizon
by fossilized light
I can recall the times when
your charm-chain wore thin
we went away in the year of the viking
I have sewn the surgery
don’t concern yourself with our burden
we hear you sing of meadows,
meta-sentimental reservoirs
those days are gone
there are no shores which are not yet carved
More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmania.com/year_of_the_viking_lyrics_ah_holly_famly.html
All about Ah Holly+Famly: http://www.musictory.com/music/Ah+Holly+Famly
