My Emo Me

I wrote about a million different things while I was back East, but finished none. I suppose they’ll make it out there (here) eventually, but I’m only up to posting other people’s stuff right now.

It’s a tragic cliché—or painfully vulnerable shallowness—when poems map almost literally to one’s state of mind: instead of reading them for their autonomous beauty, it feels like I’m wearing them as clothing or protective gear. Oh well, at least I chose well.

<br/>The Dwarf’s Song<br/> <br/> My soul itself may be straight and good;<br/> ah, but my heart, my bent-over blood,<br/> all the distortions that hurt me inside—<br/> it buckles under these things.<br/> It has no garden, it has no sun,<br/> it hangs on my twisted skeleton<br/> and, terrified, flaps its wings.<br/> <br/> Nor are my hands of much use. Look here:<br/> see how shrunken and shapeless they are:<br/> clumsily hopping, clammy and fat,<br/> like toads after the rain.<br/> And everything else about me is torn,<br/> sad and weather-beaten and worn;<br/> why did God ever hesistate<br/> to flush it all down the drain?<br/> <br/> Is it because he’s angry at me<br/> for my face with its moping lips?<br/> It was so often ready to be<br/> light and clear in its depths;<br/> but nothing came so close to it<br/> as big dogs did.<br/> And dogs don’t have what I need.<br/> <br/>

That one was by Rainer Maria Rilke, a German if you can believe it! Translated by Stephen Mitchell quite brilliantly.

And now another song, or at least its lyrics. It’s a song introduced to me by Jenniebear. It’s by Sufjan Stevens, another genius with words—and with melody and arrangement. And vocal performance.

<br/>Sister Winter<br/> <br/> Oh my friends I’ve<br/> Begun to worry right<br/> Where I should be grateful<br/> I should be satisfied<br/> <br/> Oh my heart I<br/> Would clap and dance in place<br/> With my friends I have so<br/> Much pleasure to embrace<br/> <br/> But my heart is<br/> Returned to sister winter<br/> But my heart is<br/> As cold as ice<br/> <br/> Oh my thoughts I<br/> Return to summertime<br/> When I kissed your ankle<br/> I kissed you through the night<br/> <br/> All my gifts I gave everything you<br/> Your strange imagination<br/> You threw it all away<br/> <br/> Now my heart is<br/> Returned to sister winter<br/> Now my heart is<br/> As cold as ice<br/> <br/> All my friends, I’ve<br/> Returned to sister winter<br/> All my friends, I<br/> Apologise, apologise<br/> <br/> All my friends, I’ve<br/> Returned to sister winter<br/> All my friends, I<br/> Apologise, apologise<br/> <br/> All my friends, I’ve<br/> Returned to sister winter<br/> All my friends, I<br/> Apologise, apologise<br/> <br/> La la la la la …<br/> <br/> And my friends, I’ve<br/> Returned to wish you all the best<br/> And my friends, I’ve<br/> Returned to wish you all the best<br/> And my friends, I’ve<br/> Returned to wish you all the best<br/> And my friends, I’ve<br/> Returned to wish you a happy Christmas<br/> <br/> To wish you a happy Christmas<br/> To wish you a happy Christmas<br/> To wish you a happy Christmas<br/> <br/>

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