Last month I posted a piece called "Curb My Enthusiasm? or why I Even MOG @ all":http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/22903 which touched on why I like to post on here on the regs...at the top of the post there's a pic of Lester Bangs revealing an ABBA T-shirt...I think that photo says it all: underneath the exterior of every hardened, set-in-their-ways audiophile is the I'll-try-anything-once elan, nee hubris, of a kid-- which I, for one, think is deck...
...I'll be honest with you, I come face to face with people working what others would call dream gigs who just go through the motions...they got shit to do, people to see and blah-blah-blah and it's crazy...I guess that's cool and all for some but in my case, I try not to forget that the love of something, of anything has to be fought for and nourished, like a tiny flame in a bitter wind because otherwise I'd be another Apu Nahasapeemapetilon working for just another Qwik - E Mart. Then again, on the one hand Apu knows his place in his (albeit fictional) world and, as Lenny Kravitz sings in "Elutheria", accepts his life as it is and having said that I'd say that the reason that I keep posting, trusting and reading on here is clearly stated in a poem by the Lebanese poet/ writer Kahlil Gibran where he writes "On Love" which I'll post below because I've always thought of music as my first real, true love-- I love the way this piece ends...ever ponder on why those of you who post on the regular feel compelled to do so? *Kahlil Gibran on Love* When love beckons to you, follow him,Though his ways are hard and steep.And when his wings enfold you yield to him,Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.And when he speaks to you believe in him,Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.He threshes you to make you naked.He sifts you to free you from your husks.He grinds you to whiteness.He kneads you until you are pliant;And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;For love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.To know the pain of too much tenderness.To be wounded by your own understanding of love;And to bleed willingly and joyfully.To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;To return home at eventide with gratitude;And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips....by the way "*you can find more of Kahlil's works here*":http://www.kahlil.org/ ...Namaste, yo and keep on Moggin'...
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