So there you have it: two things and I can’t bring them together, and they are wrenching me apart. These two feelings, this knowledge of a world so awful, this sense of a life so extraordinary – how am I to resolve them?

[…] A cold paralyzing horror: a glimpse into the subhuman… the sickness of life beginning again: the exhausting awareness of every ache. What the hand does in reaching, a misery of awareness; loss of memory in small things; hatred of necessary routines; hatred but not fear of dark; watching the skin, the fingers; overeating; a full preoccupation with unnecessary tasks; weakness in the morning; fear of headlights; distrust of children; a tide of loss.

(Theodore Roethke, notebooks)


Posted by: Jussara & Carol

Song To The Siren 

Long afloat on distant oceans
I did all my best to smile
‘Til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle

And you sang
Sail to me, sail to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am, here I am
Waiting to hold you

Did I dream? You dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish heart is leaning
Broken, lovelorn, on your rocks

For you sang, touch me not
Touch me not, come back tomorrow
Oh my heart, oh my heart
Shies from the sorrow

Here I am, here I am

I am puzzled as a newborn child.
I am riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Should I lie with death, my bride?

Hear me sing
Swim to me, swim to me,
Let me enfold you
Here I am, here I am
Waiting to hold you

(Tim Buckley lyrics)