Wednesday, February 22, 2012

tonight is a beautiful night

The winter had passed

And the spring has come

Used to the blue tears, blue sorrow
The love that I have sent away with the floating clouds, oh oh

Happiness is all self-talk
I can't stand something more complicated

Again tonight, underneath that blue moonlight
I will probably fall asleep alone

Even in my dreams, I look for you

it's finally here! okay so i shouldnt have read all that wislawa symborska before going to listen to kpop, because obviously the nobel-prize-winning poetry is going to read prettier. BUT the beauty here lies in the music. i'd say. it's really brilliant. especially since in their last song  Tonight they were singing 'i'll find you under the moonlight'. 
Happy, I swallowed a star.
I tell him what he wants to hear—
about ants dying of love
under a dandelion's constellation.
I swear that sprinkled with wine
a white rose will sing.
- extracts from drinkingwine by wislawa symborska

i'm really sleepy, and having dyspepsia as i study dyspepsia. but poetry & music never fails to make it a better night, no matter what time of the night it is

Four a.m.
The hour between night and day.
The hour between toss and turn.
The hour when the earth takes back its warm embrace.
The hour of cool drafts from extinguished stars.
The hour of do-we-vanish-too-without-a-trace.

Empty hour.
Hollow. Vain.
Rock bottom of all the other hours.

No one feels fine at four a.m.
If ants feel fine at four a.m.,
we're happy for the ants. And let five a.m. come
if we've got to go on living.

also i realise that wislawa symbroska likes to write about ants, and stars. apart from the fact that she is galaxies better than me, even if i were able to write lightyears better than i ever could, the similarities are mindboggling. i still remember my early poems about ants & moons. the rest of the space imagery i suspect came in the post h2g2 era. and yes i am currently obssessed with her poetry. haha.

as for big bang, nearly one year ago, i'm sure there were some nights where it felt like tonight was the only thing that made my universe turn. hahaha space imagery overload hahaha. no really. i havent waited for a song to be released & felt such an amazing gush of happiness when the song was played, and replayed, all that night and many nights thereafter. of course after one year it becomes a superbly overplayed song. but it never fails to evoke that sense of childlike wonder, and happiness, and joy, that it did then. in the middle of dreary exams & living from one exam to the other, it brought some measure of hope. now, i'm living out that hope; that dream, and it's more awesome than i could have dreamed of :)

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