God I love Nick Cave.
I want flatlands
I never cared about money and all its friends
I want flatlands
I want flatlands
I don’t want precious stones
I never cared about anything you’ve ever owned
I want flatlands
I want simplicity
I need your arms wrapped hard around me
I want open plains and scattered trees
I want flower fields
I want salty seas
I want flatlands soft and steady breeze
bringing scents of lined-up orchard trees
dripping heavy with pears and dancing leaves
I want flatlands will you go there with me
when it’s said in the dark and you know it’s always there
when it’s dead in our heart but your mind is unafraid
when it’s said in the dark and you know it’s never coming back
when it’s there in your heart in your mind you set it free.
I never cared about money and all its friends
I want flatlands
I want flatlands
I don’t want precious stones
I never cared about anything you’ve ever owned
I want flatlands
I want simplicity
I need your arms wrapped hard around me
I want open plains and scattered trees
I want flower fields
I want salty seas
I want flatlands soft and steady breeze
bringing scents of lined-up orchard trees
dripping heavy with pears and dancing leaves
I want flatlands will you go there with me
when it’s said in the dark and you know it’s always there
when it’s dead in our heart but your mind is unafraid
when it’s said in the dark and you know it’s never coming back
when it’s there in your heart in your mind you set it free.
“The more radical the person is,
“… the more fully he or she enters into reality so that, knowing it better, he or she can transform it. This individual is not afraid to confront, to listen, to see the world unveiled. This person is not afraid to meet the people or to enter into a dialogue with them. This person does not consider himself or herself the proprietor of history or of all people, or the liberator of the oppressed; but he or she does commit himself or herself, within history, to fight at their side.”
-Paulo Freire, Pedagogy of the Oppressed
Original Tommy’s Burgers 1946
Rampart Village Los Angeles, CA
Downtown Los Angeles, CA
MacArthur Park
Westlake Los Angeles, CA
It has to be the moon,
because my o’ my it came on like a wave as it always does. It’s an emotional bit of undertow. I believe, I feel that test of faith. Nope not at all in a god or the universal vibration of energy but in myself. I mean I am talking about full accountability and complete unwavering faith in my capabilities. It’s bigger than confidence it’s walking with definite humble intention.
“Faith” just like"prayer, blessed & god" are words I abandoned and have now found their place in my vocabulary. “Faith” also brings upon that smidge of perspective I have in understanding the participation in that thing called organized religion. I mean isn’t it easier to devote faith and prayer to an unidentified entity rather than oneself/yourself/you/me/I/us? If I can’t believe in myself how the hell could I possibly believe in anything else?
Then, I feel so selfish and spoiled for even having the literal time to feel so inundated with the ego when I am fully aware of the travesty others are currently walking in.
So settle moon, cause I don’t have the answer. All I know is the music will still be loud, I will still dance, still sing, laugh and fight that good fight.
xx