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Incurable sores on innocent tongues
Basic Info| Name: | Once my flame and twice my burn |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 1988-04-13 |
| Location: | Walk in a direction and see where you get, United States |
| Website: | http://www.thedjwasasleep.com |
External Services:
 | atomicwhisper@livejournal.com |
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Hogsmeade, Scotland - Highland, United Kingdom BioLayout by: zink
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By the sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
-From T.S. Eliot's The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.
People were hermaphrodites until God split them in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.
-From The Unbearable Lightness Of Being by milan kundera
There is a silence that cannot speak.
There is a silence that will not speak.
Beneath the grass the speaking dreams and beneath the dreams is a sensate sea. The speech that frees comes froth from that amniotic deep. To attend its voice, I can hear it say, is to embrace its absence. But I fail the task. The word is stone.
I admit it.
I hate the stillness. I hate the stone. I hate the sealed vault with its cold icon. I hate the staring into the night. The questions thinning into space. The sky swallowing the echoes.
Unless the stone bursts with telling, unless the seed flowers with speech, there is in my life no living word. The sound I hear is only sound. White sound. Words, when they faill, are pockmarks on the earth. They are hailstones seeking an underground stream.
If I could follow the stream down and down to the hidden voice, would I come at last to the freeing word? I ask the night sky but the silence is steadfast. There is no reply.
--From Obasan, by Joy Kagawa
Some things, I believe, you don't know you miss until, out of nowhere, you have them back, or have them back but back all wrong... the way after a dream where you've kissed someone who, in real life, you'll never kiss again, maybe never kissed at all, you wake up and realize, in the throbbing pit of your stomach, how impossible it is to live without kissing them again. How the rest of your life will be a hollow trudge toward death until the dream-need passes, until you shake off the unconscious truth and go on about your shabby business.
zinkI have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By the sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
-From T.S. Eliot's The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.
People were hermaphrodites until God split them in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.
-From The Unbearable Lightness Of Being by milan kundera
There is a silence that cannot speak.
There is a silence that will not speak.
Beneath the grass the speaking dreams and beneath the dreams is a sensate sea. The speech that frees comes froth from that amniotic deep. To attend its voice, I can hear it say, is to embrace its absence. But I fail the task. The word is stone.
I admit it.
I hate the stillness. I hate the stone. I hate the sealed vault with its cold icon. I hate the staring into the night. The questions thinning into space. The sky swallowing the echoes.
Unless the stone bursts with telling, unless the seed flowers with speech, there is in my life no living word. The sound I hear is only sound. White sound. Words, when they faill, are pockmarks on the earth. They are hailstones seeking an underground stream.
If I could follow the stream down and down to the hidden voice, would I come at last to the freeing word? I ask the night sky but the silence is steadfast. There is no reply.
--From Obasan, by Joy Kagawa
Some things, I believe, you don't know you miss until, out of nowhere, you have them back, or have them back but back all wrong... the way after a dream where you've kissed someone who, in real life, you'll never kiss again, maybe never kissed at all, you wake up and realize, in the throbbing pit of your stomach, how impossible it is to live without kissing them again. How the rest of your life will be a hollow trudge toward death until the dream-need passes, until you shake off the unconscious truth and go on about your shabby business.
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