Showing posts with label rambling inversions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rambling inversions. Show all posts

Thursday, April 19, 2012

La Vie en rose

Do you think it is possible to love someone utterly and completely for their mind alone? For the thoughts that course through it, for the beauty that it can create, for the ideas that bubble up to its surface, for the marvellous words it makes into sentences spoken in a voice you haven't heard yet?

I was watching 'A Little Romance' in the afternoon, and I couldn't help but be taken aback when the film's thirteen-year-old protagonist wonders about soulmates and says he worried that perhaps he'd never meet his soulmate because she may have been someone who lived in a different time - in Egypt when they built the pyramids or on a colony in Mars in the 24th century. And if he was lucky enough to have a lifetime that overlapped with hers, perhaps she lived in Tunisia or Japan or a place he'd never travel to.

It just felt sad - the idea of having a soulmate you could never meet. The movie probably intended it as a minor cute moment in the larger discussion that led to a rosily pictured 'first-kiss'. But the idea had taken hold of me and I could not relinquish it.

If all I could have of my soulmate was just their thoughts, then would that be enough? For one day, for a year, for a lifetime?

Or as Mitzi says, I am too old to watch movies like this one or to set much store by the beleaguered concept of soulmates.

I agree with her, it is better to know you don't have one than knowing you do and realizing that the laws of probability tell you that odds such as those are pretty insurmountable.


Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Unknown Pleasures

Why does nobody think it strange,
that in these times,
everyone finds ennui more pleasurable
than change?
Why does everyone prefer the turd
of the jejune
to the ambrosia
of the absurd?
I know why.
Becoz its
so damn comfortable
to never even try.
To never even seek to know
the jolt of life
as the disenchantments of bleak dreams
more familiar grow.
And the indifferent world spins at leisure,
while the blinded generations grope in the dark,
clawing at every distant
unknown pleasure.