Stand him up upon his soul,
Bless him with the truth of manhood.
There’s always got to be a struggle. What else is there? That’s what life is made of.
— Van Morrison
Bird on the horizon, sitting on a fence.
He’s singing his song for me, at his own expense.
And I’m just like that bird, babe,
Singing just for you.
And if you won’t come back,
How will you phone to say
you won’t come back,
So that I could at least argue
They talk of my drinking but never my thirst.
— Scottish Saying
“Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.”
by Joni Mitchell
You settle for less than fascination.
A few drinks later you’re not so choosy.
When the closing lights strip off the shadows
On this strange new flesh you’ve found,
Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf,
You hurry to the blackness and the blankets
To lay down an impression
And your loneliness.
“I pushed my body from one city to another, to see a woman bathing.”
“It’s too hard to stay here, but I don’t want to leave.”
