... If rape or arson, poison, or the knife
Has wove no pleasing patterns in the stuff
Of this drab canvas we accept as life—
It is because we are not bold enough!
- Charles Baudelaire
(Roy Campbell's translation)
"a mile or more in a foreign clime, to see farther inside of me" - syd barrett
But I sold my freedom
For free room and board,
Like a monkey in a zoo. - Daniel Johnston

Monday, March 12, 2007

dancing in the moonlight ...

At times I wonder, what is it that a man lurks around for in the silent corner of the enchanted night while the crowd gathers around the burning logs in the revelry of the millenia. What is it that his mute mind whispers to the wind behind his ears as the silhouettes of the forms swinging by the firelight gently morph into shadows of wolves, dancing in harmony to the decadence of the un-dying night.
And why is it that he feels a smile stretch across his cheek while drops of tears stagger down his moist skin like a river cascading down the scars of an abandoned past.
Perhaps, that is why no matter how much we enlighten ourselves we shall be no more wiser than this fool in the corner that is throwing his tear-laden smile at us.

(Photo:courtesy the internet)

1 comment:

Yohan said...

Excellent. Excellent excellent excellent.

Did I mention that it was excellent?