Sunday, 21 February 2016

Melancolie du Changement

There is a reason we like the music we do,
There is a reason we read the books we do,
They are the handles, by which we hold onto,
Strings better left to fray.

Melancolie du Changement ripping through,
Every illusion of permanence,
Kick, run, fight-you will never outweigh,
Specks of dust in cosmic sand.

Old vinyl records scratched with nostalgia,
Envelopes that now feed vermin,
Yellow pages, watery eyes,
Are but futile in eternal time.

Should a Tennyson implore,
'That which we are, we are!'
Or a Robin Williams say,
'Gather ye rosebuds while ye may!'

Embrace every moment for time flies,
Trough the slipping summer,
Through the harsh winter,
But it stays in the summer within.

/* I can't even start on the inevitability of change. It is going to happen , yet we cling to the familiar. Like a comforting summer in the middle of winter. This is not an uncommon euphemism on this blog, and it refers to porcupine tree and Albert Camus at the same time ( yeah, that's some combination) . But that is perhaps the only answer to change. Time flies, and the best that you can do is take whatever comes to you , cherish it and then let it go. If we weren't specks of dust in cosmic sand, perhaps the summers would last for ever, but that is not the case. All we can do is make good memories and let them guide us through the unfamiliar, unpredictable future.If you've had to say goodbye to good friends you know what I mean (and that's why I wrote this ). Dans les profondeurs de l'hiver je l'ai trouvé un été invincible as Camus should say .... that summer within , that's where time stands still. */

/*Also finally, a recording of trains . Hit the souncloud link below to get the summers metaphor better . */

Here's an acoustic guitar slinging , dreamily crooning John Mayer telling you basically the same thing.





34 comments:

  1. The handles we hold onto - perfect...they truly are what makes life better and sometimes even worth keeping going for

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    1. they sort of make you believe those kind of times will return

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  2. This is one of my new favorites from you :D

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  3. I'm we señor Robin Williams, "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may!" For it is possible to end with nothing.

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  4. Lovely. :-) We must always keep remembering that summer within.

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  5. Do we really become pack-rats of mementos instead of the save the memories inside... I feel we tend to hoard things for vermins more then live and build upon what we have inside.

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  6. Oh wow...this has touched the very heart of me....from the Camus quote to your amazing words....even the title is amazing! This is one we must all take to heart. it is the reality of life, and it is how we actually can bring ourselves happiness...remembering these words.

    'Embrace every moment for time flies,
    Trough the slipping summer,
    Through the harsh winter,
    But it stays in the summer within.'

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  7. I especially love your closing stanza.

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  8. So true, that even in winter we can keep summer within. We have to embrace each day of life - it is the only day we have!

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  9. Oh, wow:
    "They are the handles, by which we hold onto,
    Strings better left to fray."

    This is so good.

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  10. Wonderful... I agree/share with your perception/thesis.
    ...and enjoyed the music too!
    ZQ

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  11. Beautiful and wise writing. Let us all make good memories.

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  12. Love the mood your poem evokes and the "summer within where time stands still" is beautiful..

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    1. thank you ... its two of my favourite metaphors coming together

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  13. "Embrace every moment for time flies."

    This got me nodding at the end of your poem. Time waits for no one. Well said.

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  14. Thats life, letting go and moving ahead.

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  15. every breath a new 'me'...i like to feel it that way...great lines Suyash...

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  16. really, this is excellent writing. and inspiration as diverse as Camus and porcupine tree.

    thanks for that soundtrack!

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    1. It's actually crazy come to think of it....the diversity of it

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  17. Hi Suyash ~~ a nice poem, leads on to thinking. Your line
    "Old vinyl records scratched with nostalgia,"
    Brings me to thoughts a very large box of vinyls from the 70's that I can't play because my player's left track quit working. I haven't played them for maybe 40 years. But I hear the songs on Classic radio often. My favorites are Janis Joplin, the Beach Boys, and Willie Nelson. Their songs I kmow.
    I came from Tuesday Platform and the Toads
    ..

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    1. Man I love janis joplin ! .... I envy you for the box of vinyls. ... nothing's classier than that

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  18. I adore that first stanza. So much truth there.

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  19. What a dilemma, life with is stages and phases. Yet we as humans are built to manage this earth in which ever tiny sphere we care placed. We are really very much those grains of cosmic sand your poem speaks of

    Luv this write very much

    Much love...

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  20. What a dilemma, life with is stages and phases. Yet we as humans are built to manage this earth in which ever tiny sphere we care placed. We are really very much those grains of cosmic sand your poem speaks of

    Luv this write very much

    Much love...

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  21. Yes, right, we don't have to look for happiness outside - it's inner feeling of summer....nice

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  22. I was thinking the Camus, and looking inward... nice.

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  23. I love that line "the summer within" we do have that don't we?

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