Ramblings from 2003 III

Bjork
7/21/03

What impressed me much about 'Dancer in the Dark' is that it is so twisted that you canot help but see its beauty. I guess there's no more striking character than Bjork. She is so annoyingly, blessedly naive. She's forever optimistic and you cannot fault her for lack of purpose. Brave? Nah. Just out of this world.

She makes music from the sounds produced by mundane matters such as the tapping of the nails, the grating of metals, the clicking of the heels, the hush of whispered words. In her blindness, she sees visions that are so ordinary that they are beautiful. She takes refuge in dancing with the wind. She draws strength from a world that breathes of grace, and she finds comfort in the fluid steps and movements that produce twirls and moments of pure bliss.

The world hailed the film -- and Bjork as well -- as the best of its kind. Not all could appreciate it, true. But the twisted? Oh, they'll find something disturbingly familiar about it. And that's the sheer beauty of it.


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In answer to Karenjen's "Kamusta na?"

like the life line of a dead man
the world here is undisturbed by any high or low
boredom drips like honey from my tired mind
and my senses crave of wandering passions

sigh. and yet.

i'm already past dreaming
for time is busy with its own matters

but every once in a while,
i give in to a thought or two
and wonder about my lovely friend
across the miles :)


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there is truth in a carelessly uttered joke
there is joy in a fallen tear
there is laughter in calamities
and sorrow in wealth

there is betrayal in close friendships
and comfort among strangers
even heaven has its bitter flavor
and hell the tang of sweetness

to wish, to pain
to sing, to break
to dance, to fall
to love, to lose.

the placid sea dreams
and d' sky cries
the waters flow
and the hills build a dam

letting be is letting go
and the time waits and goes.


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in the stillness of monday's 12th hour
the joy rushes from vein to vein
a tingle, a shake
and the warmth of sweet caress

tap, tap, the feet go
swish to sway, the body flows
click to clack, flick and smack
in breathless motion, the sticks and drums
deliver the joy so fast

a scream, a squeak
a bang, a clap
a boom that booms
cheer the hands to play.