Oct. 23rd, 2008 10:17 am
passer_by_here: (me)
It's amazing how my subconsciousness is acting for me while i'm trying to make decisions using my brains.
And it's always the same feeling accepted as a supreme one by the entire me - be it a person or a situation, real life or just a dream - when it feels like home. The right place.
Sometimes what feels like home smells like death.
passer_by_here: (_by)
I wasn't a genuine part of the situation.
I sure was a lot of times in similar ones long-long ago, but not any more.
Not me.
And it was as if you have a button torn off a dress or something else you would still like to wear so you try to sew another one - of a similar size, pattern, colour - at its place.
Only this time it looked as if it was the dress that was new and the button was the one taken from an old box with sewing leftovers.
Nevertheless I'm not the one to judge whether the beauty of the dress has suffered or quite on the contrary it was turned into an extraordinary part of clothing.
Because it is always difficult to see the situation adequately when you are trying to look at it from outside being within.

как там - капитан устал от моря? есть такое дело..

вот, к примеру, срубленное дерево пускает новый побег. или много. и они растут и крепнут. корни-то еще вполне живы. но толку-то что и будет ли польза?
потому как резать ветки, формировать крону, и все подобное, - это можно только, пока дерево молодо.
а так - невозможно понять, новая ли это жизнь, продолжение ли старой и какой в этом смысл вообще
и мысли все равно по кругу.
машина в починке,
крышу сносит запах пионов в вазе

а быть должно все вот так:

зы. где там мои фотки из Умани, ну-ка...
passer_by_here: (_by)
Most frequently in life all I get is "either my way or the highway".
That is why I treasure every rare "let's try to manage it together somehow".
To say nothing about "I'll do it the way you want it to be done" :)

And evidently the "I care" coordinate line does not start at any of the points within the first mentioned situation.

... thoughts, abstract thoughts...
passer_by_here: (hz)
[ profile] oh_so_soon
speaking for me...
passer_by_here: (hz)
It's just a pinball game. And if the ball's you, don't expect to be treated as a human.
The very concept sweeps away all your arising whys. Everything becomes so clear.

And. However skilled the player is you still know where you're gonna end. Sooner or later.
passer_by_here: (state)
R. Williams
Come on hold my hand,
I wanna contact the living.
Not sure I understand
This role I’ve been given.

I sit and talk to god
And he just laughs at my plans,
My head speaks a language, I don’t understand.

I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
’cause I got too much life,
Running through my veins, going to waste.

I don’t wanna die,
But I ain’t keen on living either.
Before I fall in love,
I’m preparing to leave her.
I scare myself to death,
That’s why I keep on running.
Before I’ve arrived, I can see myself coming.

I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
’cause I got too much life,
Running through my veins, going to waste...
Не ждите меня скоро
passer_by_here: (anguish)
Ну и еще одно оттуда. Без перевода. Последнее.

… a bind is when you are put in a damned-if-you-do-damned-if-you-don’t situation.

Все уже было сказано. Когда-то и кем-то.
passer_by_here: (anguish)
More Kesey )

Можете высказываться по поводу, кстати. При желании.
passer_by_here: (anguish)
Меня не устроил предыдущий вариант. Я сегодня набрала пару абзацев и перевела их сама. Как получилось. Абсолютно без претензии на качество.
...Занятие, помогающее как-то провести время... не хуже любого другого.

K. Kesey
* * * )
passer_by_here: (hz)
If about people who surround me:
It's like swimming in the warm water of a pool. If you feel it's warm but you can't help shivering all over from cold there's no one to blame but your own body.

Maybe you just haven't had enough training.
passer_by_here: (Default)
Просто хочется поделиться. Позже, может, допишу перевод.
Я хочу сказать не то, что здесь открыто что-то новое, а то, все уже кем-то когда-то сказано...
К этому.
* * *
Which brings to mind one more notion to add to the bit about Singers of echoes and Echoes of songs: the notion of Dance... but the Daily Dance with the wilder step, to a tune as soundless as the eelgrass tune, to an echo of a song or a song still unechoed. A dance where you can never really have much notion where you are headed. You can trip off to places so wild and so wiggy that you don't know where you are until you get back.
And sometimes not even know you tripped off at all because you never get back to know that you've left...
* * *
Alongside the statement about one man's poison being another man's high, one might as well add that one man's saint can be another's sore and one man's hero can turn out to be that man's biggest hang-up.

K. Kesey "Sometimes a great notion"
passer_by_here: (Default)
Ах, Милн. )
Warning: English without translation.
А по смыслу - или читать все, или не читать совсем.
passer_by_here: (hz)
Reading it back...
Полуторамесячной давности:
There's an opinion that ghosts people sometimes see are just energetic emotional imprints of dead crime victims.

Some day you can wake up and realize that all that's left of you is just a moving hologram. Or rather a hollowgram.)
It takes a genius to create such a masterpiece. And the name of the genius is Life.
9 октября.
А вот ведь, что ни говори, но дурацкий это азарт: ждать до последней минуты. Всегда - до последней. Для того, чтобы спрыгнуть с поезда или успеть на него.
passer_by_here: (Default)
Eventually... I'll turn into a beautiful moth in a piece of amber.
passer_by_here: (Default)
Fell to the ground like a rusty autumn leaf.
A gust of wind rolled it to the roadside.
And since that time only cars've been rustling by.
No one stops. Nothing happens.
passer_by_here: (Default)
Somehow it's like a building which lacks some part in its basic structure.
And you keep trying to mend it with anything you have close at hand, but it still collapses each time you step aside.
Find some other place, make yourself a new home.

If you can't change something there's no need trying endlessly to find the reason for it. Instead it is better to find a way of living with this something as it is.
Though maybe it won't save you negative emotions.
passer_by_here: (Default)
from Think Tank, Blur...


Caravan is lost
To the sun and the dust
No one loves you
When you are lost
Yeah I'm a clown
Pulling my world down
I believe I was strong
But you are the song
And when it comes, you'll feel the weight of it
The weight of it
The day will come and you'll get away from it,
Away from it

Sometimes everything is easy
Sometimes everything is easy
La la la la la la

I try to quit
But my heart won't buy it
I got family
The caravan comes back for me

And when it comes you'll feel the weight of it,
The weight of it
And the day will come, and you'll get away from it
Away from it

Sometimes everything is easy
Sometimes everything is easy
La la la la la la
passer_by_here: (Default)
Great message to live by... From here - [ profile] paulmiller1186

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to
ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken
probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts
too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with
your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.
You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose
someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love
like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset
is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.
... I'd like to add "if you can" at the end of this...
passer_by_here: (Default)
* * *
if travel is searching
and home - what's been found
i'm going hunting...

Это Бьорк поет. У нее, оказывается, вообще очень интересная и неординарная лирика.
Временами совсем волшебно.

Еще, например:
I'm a path of cinders
burning under your feet
you're the one who walks me
I'm your one way street

I'm a tree that grows hearts
one for each that you take

Это - так, чуть-чуть...)
passer_by_here: (Default)
Очередное из...

So you sing with the echo. But you must be careful in choosing your key or your tempo; there is no changing with the pitch if you start too high, no slowing down of the tempo if you start too fast... because an echo is an inflexible and pitiless taskmaster: you sing the echo's way because it is damned sure not going to sing yours.


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