The gods of fashion

The gods of fashion speak every season.
They tell us what to wear and sometimes what not.
They help us craft artificial self-esteem:
we feel cool with ourselves
because we’re wearing that that they’ve prescribed for the day.
Declaring what to trend,
they ask us to sync with what’s trending
— feeding their fame and fortune.
But we have taken the red pill.

I still like my two-button, and not overly fitted, suits.
That one-button suits, with fitted fitting, are in now, will soon pass.
And for what? I would not try to tell.
We leave that for the gods of fashion.

Because their fashions are fickle, are the gods not fickle.
Trusted to be arbiters of style,
we give them power:
if we have to bother about how to wear ourselves
as they describe for winter, fall, spring, or summer.

You can’t beat the decent and the sensible, can you.
Principles the gods of fashion cannot overrule, by principle.
Some follow these, others try to redefine the fine.
Many claim a variable morality;
variable by the seasons, ‘artists’ whims, and volitional caprices.

Beauty makes sense.
And crazy isn’t beautiful.
It can’t be, by design.

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‘I love you’ rings in my head

Thinking of how many times I’ve heard them

Those words, they appear in me now and again

Whether you’re here or some where

‘I love you,’ rings in my head

You were in love with me yesterday

“What have you done to me”
I still remember those words
“I can’t get you out of my head”
You were so in love — with me

That you wanted me like I wanted you
Was a feeling of heaven in my world
That’s someone else’s heaven now
You were in love with me yesterday

​Grateful — November 2017

When you see another rise
Maybe you played a part
Even with a cheer or a prayer
Or maybe with nothing to count
You rejoice and are glad
Glad for the good that has come out
Grateful for the success of another

You formed happiness in me
Sharing the joy in you
Gratitude grew inside
Stirred by the news

I am grateful
Happy
Joyful

Against our Sense

Progressing towards a shifting target
It looked like we were walking backwards
Things receding as we approached
The hill was within reach
A reach that simply extended
Like Sisyphean
Until we had come close enough to look so that we could see
All the while making progress against our sense.

Tra Dire e Fare (Between Saying and Doing), by Giorgia Todrani

There’s this beautiful Italian song by Giorgia Todrani titled Tra dire e fare, meaning ‘between saying and doing.’

What follows is an English translation (courtesy of GGSC), and then a slightly modified version by me. Here goes:

Between saying and doing, between land and sea, between all of the things that I’d have to say, I’m here … talking about love.

Between saying and doing, between good and evil, with all the things that I’ll have to do. I’m here … and I’m thinking only of you.

And let me do it. For me it’s enough to just talk to you for a while, only talk to you. I don’t want to make love; for me it’s enough to look at you, look at your slow movements, so slow that you make me feel that, just make me feel that this will last between you and me, and the time will stop between you and me.

Between saying and doing, between honey and salt, I’m here feeling your thoughts, that only I can hear.

Tell me that this will last between you and me,
and the time will stop between you and me.
 
 
My ‘mod’ next, changes in bold:
 
Between saying and doing, between earth and sky, between all of the places that I’d have to be, I’m here … living in love.

Between saying and doing, between sweet and sour, with all the things that I’ll have to feel. I’m here … and I desire only you.

And let me. For me it’s enough to just talk to you for a while, only talk to you. We don’t need to make love; for me it’s enough to be with you, taste only your presence. And it reaches deep so that you make me feel that, just make me feel that this will remain between you and me, and time a gift we share between you and me.

Between saying and doing, between smell and taste, I’m here feeling your heart, that only I would know.

Tell me that this will last between you and me,
and the time will stop between you and me.