Thursday, 2 February 2017

Kiss of Death

What to do with brainwaves of rather aggressive nature, with a more or less violent attitude to the inner self? Block them or get entangled by it? I choose for an alternative approach: clean observation with vigilant attention.

The following thought, inspiration, temptation or threat crossed my mind on Tuesday evening, Januari 31, 2017.

Night Kiss 
It doesn’t matter which way you are going. Let the roaring animals rise! Let them flame into your heart. Let them eat your soul food fiercely and endless. Let them grow and shine untill you fall apart and vanish… You Little Writer. You Scum!

Thank You Mister Anonymous. I'm a treat for someone? A stand in the way or a tool for certain creatures? I can imagine that... Really!



Music
Rage - Franky Goes to Holywood



Poem 
Do Not Go To Gentle into that Good Night- Dylan Thomas


Do Not Go To Gentle into that Good Night
By Dylan Thomas 
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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