.. Its perhaps not a good day for me to comment.. but perhaps it is.. The situation is fluid.. I watched & listened again in the early morning ayem, with more generosity. Last night I had little room to manouvre.. I felt exhausted.. emotional engine overheating. Something, someone was hunting me.. us.. not a haunting, just some.. thing.. bangin off in my head.. a primal wide awake nightmare premonition. My dark black Irish Angel Swans launching, no real warning.. The monstrous adrenalin hit that always comes with that, I was able to subdue.. at a cost. I parked Ms Streisand's ballad 1/2 way through.. checked our exterior perimeter, looked to be sure my family was secure and crashed. Today I took the music & graphic video back to its beginning and started over..
The song deserves more rawness.. more embedded venom.. more blinding anger, more sorrow.. maybe some thunder n lightning crashes. Its a mild 'warm up' from her.. I know she has the means, the strokes.. the street cred to go from warning shot, to raking cannon fire..
Keep on keepin on Lorne.. keep posting.. clear the decks for heavy action.. My black swans are overhead.. gunpowder dry & I'm ready to count coup and take scalps .. Trump Inc will try to flush & suck us down his toilet with the USA.. best he count his fingers after trying
I too, had some dark moments yesterday, Sal; surely it is a reflection of the times wee are living through, and the relentless absence of any bright spot on the horizon regarding this pandemic. Isolation is not something any of us are used to, and I find the only thing that really helps me is to get out for daily walks. Fortunately, where I live, it is not too difficult to keep a safe distance from others.
Oh, and the other thing that keeps me on a relatively even keel is avoiding Trump's daily ego-fests.
.. Its perhaps not a good day for me to comment.. but perhaps it is.. The situation is fluid.. I watched & listened again in the early morning ayem, with more generosity. Last night I had little room to manouvre.. I felt exhausted.. emotional engine overheating. Something, someone was hunting me.. us.. not a haunting, just some.. thing.. bangin off in my head.. a primal wide awake nightmare premonition. My dark black Irish Angel Swans launching, no real warning.. The monstrous adrenalin hit that always comes with that, I was able to subdue.. at a cost. I parked Ms Streisand's ballad 1/2 way through.. checked our exterior perimeter, looked to be sure my family was secure and crashed. Today I took the music & graphic video back to its beginning and started over..
ReplyDeleteThe song deserves more rawness.. more embedded venom.. more blinding anger, more sorrow.. maybe some thunder n lightning crashes. Its a mild 'warm up' from her.. I know she has the means, the strokes.. the street cred to go from warning shot, to raking cannon fire..
Keep on keepin on Lorne.. keep posting.. clear the decks for heavy action.. My black swans are overhead.. gunpowder dry & I'm ready to count coup and take scalps .. Trump Inc will try to flush & suck us down his toilet with the USA.. best he count his fingers after trying
I too, had some dark moments yesterday, Sal; surely it is a reflection of the times wee are living through, and the relentless absence of any bright spot on the horizon regarding this pandemic. Isolation is not something any of us are used to, and I find the only thing that really helps me is to get out for daily walks. Fortunately, where I live, it is not too difficult to keep a safe distance from others.
DeleteOh, and the other thing that keeps me on a relatively even keel is avoiding Trump's daily ego-fests.