Mankind is like dogs, not gods – as long as you don’t get mad they’ll bite you – but stay mad and you’ll never be bitten. Dogs don’t respect humility and sorrow. Jack Kerouac
there has been a swoosh of time flying by me these last few weeks. it seems the velocity of my life changed as i changed gears. i hadn’t anticipated this which is purely naivete.
while i thought i was entering a big boy world in my big boy pants, i am gobsmacked because in ways it seems more like i’m olivia de havilland in “the snake pit” and i can’t hear myself scream because of the cacaphony of discontent around me.
i am hoping this aviary-like soundtrack is directly related to the human condition and not connected to my input. the truth remains to be discovered. i hope it comes sooner rather than later.
Through these city nightmares you’d walk with me And we’d talk of it with idealistic assurance That it wouldn’t tear us apart We’d keep our heads above the blackened water But there’s no room for ideals in this mechanical place And you’re gone now
Through a grimy window that I can’t keep clean Through billowing smoke that’s swallowed the sun You’re nowhere to be seen
Do you think our desires still burn I guess it was desires that tore us apart There has to be passion A passion for living, surviving And that means detachment Every-body has a weapon to fight you with To beat you with when you are down There were too many defence between us Doubting all the time Fearinf all the time Doubting all the time Fearinf all the time That like these urban nightmares We’d blacken each other skies
When we passed the subway we tried to ignore our fate there Of written threats on endless walls Unjustified crimes carried on stifled calls Would you walk with me now through this pouring rain It used to mingle with our tears then dry with the hopes That we left behind It rains even harder now …..Anne Clark