The music must go on and
On, like the tinny swan lake
Music in my first jewellery box
Where a ballerina pirouetted
repetitively, our roles rotate,
hips distanced in the dramatic
crescendo, and when the lilt returns
we whirl into each other, and smile
to the ghastly rhythm
The heronry is open for business!
4 years ago
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this reminds me of the whirling dervishes, except that the dance seems like a punishment more than anything else... like they are forced to keep spinning for eternity
as for the less exhibitionist bit - blogging by its very nature makes us exhibitionists. A lot of the time we write for ourselves. But we display it in the public sphere - hoping that they just accept, and not scrutinize. Its a weird relationship i think. Between the author and the perceived audience
yeah thats a good comparison i guess. coz the dervishes' inner state flows into their outer where in this case the external intrudes and exterminates the inner. they're not forced. they just know no other way.
i never wanted a relationship with "my audience". i felt their visits and comments should be independent of what they think of me. but yeah when you click publish the words harden and take on a life of their own. and then ur own life fades a bit. and there was a point when i said nothing should be personal, we should be honest and proud enough to expose it all. now i want personal things. that words are too stupid to understand. we all change.
I turn towards the one who transcends direction :D
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