The Host of Seraphim - Dead Can Dance
From the film Baraka
A little over a year ago, I visited Petra, one of the Seven Modern Wonders of the World, in Jordan. The first picture is of the Monastery, the largest monument in Petra. The photo doesn’t do justice to its size. To put it in perspective, the “step” up to the entrance is taller than 6-foot me. I needed a boost just to get inside. The monument measures over fifty metres top to bottom.
The second photo was taken about fifteen minutes after the first, after a local showed me the “Bedouin Way” to climb to the monument, so that I could sit right up on the top. I sat down, hung my legs over the edge and without any protection or a care in the world, looked down at where I had been looking up a little earlier.
It remains as the scariest, most dangerous, most reckless, most exhilarating, and without a doubt, the greatest, thing I have ever experienced. If it remains so until I die, I won’t be sorry for a second.
Petra has been, for as long as I can remember, one of the most fascinating places in the world to me. This moment made it my favourite place forever.
È lei che si perde,
Poi si ritrova
L’Anima Vola - Elisa
Literally, “The Soul Flies”, this song and video describe so perfectly those moments of extreme humanity, when everything fits, and you feel weightless, and at one with the world around you, and your soul flutters within you.
Oh yeah, can’t wait for the album either - out tomorrow!
Unsaid Thank You 1
To the three beautifully-spirited South African girls who bought me dinner last year in Sorrento, Italy.
I know I’ve thanked you several times, but it wasn’t enough.
After two months of recording every purchase, and questioning whether I could or couldn’t afford this and that, your generosity caught me totally off-guard and could not have come at a better time.
To know my company was worth not just hanging around for the hour after dinner you spent with me, but that you were so happy to pay for my meal as well, meant so much to me, especially when I was traveling on my own.
Not knowing any more than your first names, I don’t think we’ll ever catch up for that barbecue you promised, but your generosity and bright souls won’t be forgotten for many overseas trips to come.
This portal’s longer than expected,
But everything moves too fast;
Even my own soul affected,
Should have booked first class.
Up looks so much like down;
Rite is wrong, brainless brawn?
I’m deep enough to drown
In all the blood I’ve drawn.
Nobody told me how long it would last,
Lighting my funeral pyre.
My morals, they failed so fast,
No oxygen to fuel my fire.
The holes in my stomach grow
Day by day in size;
I find myself searching below
For what I lost inside.
The sweet drops of confusion
Fucked everything up twice;
This blatant intrusion
Into my private life.
Anyway, who called it a portal?
It’s too dark to see in here,
Feels more like a black hole
Where I slowly become my fears
Tuesday – the same mistakes again;
Looks like we’re out of luck.
What benefits a friend
More than blood to suck?