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«Love is the very difficult understanding that something other than yourself is real.»
Iris Murdoch
«Love is the very difficult understanding that something other than yourself is real.»
Iris Murdoch
Minner
«Spikre som står ut må bankes inn med hammer.
Det samme gjelder minner.»
Stig Sæterbakken
miss courageous
Whatever story you tell, I say Oh!
Then doubt takes a seat, telling No.
My hand is still warm, the other turned cold
You gave one away for some other to hold
Doubt stays the night, heavy with cargo
Cranes drop containers brimful of sorrow
Along comes a price of ubiquitous spell
A leech on a ride with no name but miss L
Don´t you get nervous
Don´t you get nervous when you lie
As if a US drone should point at you from the sky
Fearing your secrets, unfolding like duds
Build up like garbage in Neapolitan hoods
Who let them inside, curb porcelain peace
Control your mind like Shelleys beast
Don´t you get nervous when you lie
As if falling from a treehouse not knowing you can fly
Think all safe then you hunt down the next
Nobble all precious except for the sex
Act nothing out loud, a strange silent battle
Words in containment cause noise like a rattle
Don’t you get nervous when you lie
As if the dark makes your friend, then eats you alive
You become what you do, so who are you now
What is your weapon except accompanying Snow
Don’t you get nervous when you lie
As if all lived and felt were just fog banks and tide
One lie to rule them all
One lie to rule them all
Which one I don’t recall
It followed us down on the Chinese Wall
Took the sun away in French St.Paul
Looking at you I lost sight of the virtues
In pursue of that lie I forgot not to hurt you
Minus pluss minus
Hei, glemte du det
at livet leves lite
Men stort
ligger i kroker og rot
Det fineste skjer mens du ser
et annet sted
eller tenkte du ikke likte
at det var så lite
For livet lovet
men vi var små
Som minus pluss minus
Hei, glemte du det
å komme deg igjennom
flyte med,
våkne et fremmed sted
Tenkte du, sjekk det
som strøk deg
Visste ikke
at det var så lite som skulle til
at det var så lite som dro oss ned
Men minus pluss minus
er pluss
Hei, glemte du det
Det var her nå
så forsvant det igjen
Nattmannen (Fra «Halvbroren»)
«I familien min unngår vi konflikt. Noen blir skinndøde, noen blir stumme, noen går på fylla – og noen blir nattmenn, driter i alle og bare stikker av.»
(…og noen blir både det ene og det andre)
«Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It creates the failures. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.»
Anaïs Nin, 1947