A lover's discourse/love's work

This song came via jacky b ("A Dark Glass"). Ta!

I find a kind of hope here, in this
homelessness, in this place
where no-one knows me-
where I'll be gone, like some
over-wintering bird,
before they even notice.

Healed by distance
and landscape opening
under broken sun, I like this
mirror-less, flawless world
with no people in it.
[You, and you, and you]

Unmissed, I can see myself again.
[and] the grey is beginning to green.

---R. Robertson.

'Love's Work' by G. Rose is hard going, something of a strain to be honest, as if the 'ideas' or the mind was getting in the way. Why do you expect something beautiful or meaningful? As if that could transform death.

What's real? Anna Calvi and PJ, of course. Not sure about Lana del Rey yet. A voice always reminds you of someone else's voice. Obtuse, I know. Hard to know what the right angle is though. But today I caught a glimpse of a young woman's tawny hair and blue denim shirt and could have sworn it was...

Only someone who sees himself or herself truly can see 'the other', 'the object' as not really the 'other', not a 'repertoire of images' or an 'object'. Then, and perhaps only then, can you see a unique face and original gestures, traces of which are caught in other people's features and character, repeated from time out of mind, from time to time.