The question in everyone’s mind, what is causing all the tears behind the heart-rending song Tears which Robert Owen, with his achingly poignant vocals, serenaded club-land since its release in 1998, moving us to sorrow amidst its beauty.
Tears is a story of deep emotional turmoil associated with Tainted love, the dark side of ordinary love with its emotional and spiritual fatalism that traps the individuals it possesses; the element of unrequited love underpinning this song. And perhaps even forbidden love, if viewed through the secrecy and duplicity of the relationship that Tears narrates. Continue reading “Tears Deconstructed (Robert Owen)”
He told his story to a hungry crowd, who, enraptured by his soaring account of a Raven, were worshiping him like some sort of deity, beyond human adoration. And this he had recognised as a sign, obviously reaching his peak. With an air of well-merited smugness, he was thinking that his elevation was not a quantum bit below his station. And being an opportune fellow, acutely sensitive to time, and a man of action, he was thus resolving to scale yet higher summits, setting his goal beyond the perfection he ultimately sought.
THE GREAT GATSBY and my Pleated Nautical Story – I had a vivid dream, on the pleated crest of waves, in the Caspian ocean, Jay Gatsby materialised, wearing a Panama and smoking a Havana, undulating to Glen Miller’s band. He seemed, as if, he were, a capricious allusion, a dream outside a dream, a blurry, but captivating impression swinging in the misty ocean’s mass. Obscured, now and then, by his, hazy, cigar, fumes that were densely forming an evavescent fog, seemingly carrying him beyond the horizon’s edge.
How can these raiders, these pirates, these killers pick and choose which country and people to destroy, displacing and vilifying them once surviving the genocide and the decimation of their nation, where murder has been justified as ‘collateral’ damage? A business term, Continue reading “Mass Depopulation = Syria”