Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Beauty In Simplicity

A long time ago, I posted a blog about the movie "the New World." I spoke of the silence in it that moved me more than a million words possibly could. Too some the plot seems an altered history slowly and tirelessly climaxing. Too me, it reflects a passion developing into an expression of trueness and patience. I had to rent it and watch it again. This time slowly. It took several days. I sat with pen and paper in hand writing down the powerful words spoken in love between the characters. I am amazed at the ability people have to describe a feeling or emotion that could fill books upon books, with simple and carefully chosen sentences. It is beautiful to me. Thought out and cautious, yet freeing and abrupt.

So here is a couple of quotes from the movie I wrote down:

"Who are you?
Whom I so faintly hear?
Who urge me ever on?
What voice is this that speaks within me,
guides me towards the best?"
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"Love.
Shall we deny it when it visits us?
Shall we no take what we are given?
There is only this.
All else is unreal."
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"You are my strength
or I have none."
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"He is like a tree
He shelters me
I lie in his shade
Can I ignore my heart?
What is from You?
and what is not?"

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Natasha Bedingfield

Natasha Bedingfield's album "Unwritten" has made its way into my top 10 count. Specifically her songs "Wild Horses" and "Silent Movie." Her poetic words are so true and exact expressing a level of emotion I've been unable to accomplish lately. One of the lines in "Silent Movie" says...

"Everybody's speaking but you don't know what their saying,
you're just guessing,
meanings.
Interpreting emotion through a window that is broken,
We're just testing,
feelings."
How true is this? Some have gladly compromised rationalization and understanding for a guessing game in which immaturity prevails. It is sad.
Her song "Wild Horses" is another that seems to replay itself both on my iPod and car stereo. I catch myself daydreaming as she sings the words:
"I feel these four walls closin' in,
face up against the glass, I'm lookin' out
Is this my life I'm wondering
it happened so fast
how do I turn this thing around?
Is this the bed I chose to make?
It's greener pastures I'm thinkin' about
Wide open spaces far away.
All I want is the wind in my hair
to face the fear, but not feel sacred
Wild horses I want to be like you
Throwing caution to the wind
I'll run free too
Wish I could recklessly love, like I'm longing to
I want to run with the wild horses
Run with the wild horses
I see the girl I want to be
riding bare-back carefree along the shore
If only that someone was me
Jumping first, headlong without a thought
....
But fear surrounds me like a fence
I wanna break free
Recklessly abandoning myself before you
I want to open up my heart
Tell him how I feel"
I find beauty and comfort in these words, in the confusion and longing, and in the vulnerability of searching.