[Port-au-Prince, Haiti]
Stop and listen for a second...
what do you hear?
Are you really listening?
Listen to the notes he's playing on the lonely piano.
Listen to the accompanying violin
Or should you be listening to the violin
Followed by the accompanying piano?
What does it sounds like?
Soft...
Loving...
Comforting...
Demanding...
The selfish crescendo
It doesn't listen
It only assumes
It screams
Percussion
Throbbing, deafening drums make a point that is not arguable
Where argument is pointless
Because it is right or because it is stubborn?
And then...
It's quiet
Rest
Its eyes are open
The lamenting cello
Listen to his straining voice
He's trying
The tone changes
Piano, clarinet, violin
All seem to be on the same pace
as he sings the signal to the fire.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Friday, June 06, 2008
Broken Bridge
[Port-au-Prince, Haiti]
We've all heard it over and over again, how we don't know what we have until it's gone, emphasizing on human nature's habit to take advantage of its surrounding environment. We're even more affected by this statement once the people we love or know are involved. The problem is that we live in such a graceless age that love cannot possibly survive. It is cliché, misunderstood, misinterpreted and ridiculed. What exactly is love? How do you define it? An intimate gathering or a deep connection of souls? Do you look at it logically or emotionally? Do you try to understand it through scientific experiments or try to understand it in what is perceived as the human sense? Science tells us that human beings can only truly love each other, when it comes to relationships, for up to 18 months. Afterwards, the brain longs for attachment to another. This is part of what still defines us as animals. So why is it we still hear about marriages that have been going for 40 years now? Many argue that those marriages are from a different time, that before, people concentrated more on the important things that connected them together, creating ages of grace and inner peace for themselves. That separated us from the animals. Today, we claim that we don't need a piece of paper to define our love for someone. Back then, that would be a truly romantic thing to tell someone that you didn't need the state to recognize your marriage, that the most important thing is that they love you. Today, that just means we don't want to settle down. It means making sure we don't have the ball and chain so we can roam free and have that excitement of starting over. The sanctity of marriage has become a burden that is best avoided. Courtship, romance and all the sorts have become a thing of the past. Right now, all we want to do is whatever he likes, touch her body, eat it up, and suck his sack. None of my cousins or my friends in Haiti think about marriage anymore. Most, if not all of them, including me are from divorced families and conflicts that arise from such conditions. Human bonds are simply defined by the moment, moaning and groaning, trying to make him feel manly, finally telling yourself that your heart is somewhere else, whenever you sex wishing he was someone else, that dude that approached you at the bar the other night, who had enough to melt some ice, because he has that magic stick that makes your pussy quiver, juices running like a river slowly down your kitty litter, a thug like him to make you say oooh, and nothing wrong with tasting his magic stick... ... ...You remember where you came from though, the Christmas trees, the backyard barbecues, the girl next door, the guy next door, grandma's kitchen, grandpa picking you after school...those are years and years of love breaking science's notions about this strange feeling. And then, in one instant, some thing goes wrong, uncle was kidnapped by cancer, grandpa was taken by bone failure and dementia drove sister to a permanent sleep...You don't know what you have until it's gone...What's the point to keep getting more? Are we just keen on looking for more reasons to die inside? Stop falling back on reasons that you know won't stand a chance seems like a good way to go.
April 4th, 1965-June 1st, 2008
You will be sorely missed.
We've all heard it over and over again, how we don't know what we have until it's gone, emphasizing on human nature's habit to take advantage of its surrounding environment. We're even more affected by this statement once the people we love or know are involved. The problem is that we live in such a graceless age that love cannot possibly survive. It is cliché, misunderstood, misinterpreted and ridiculed. What exactly is love? How do you define it? An intimate gathering or a deep connection of souls? Do you look at it logically or emotionally? Do you try to understand it through scientific experiments or try to understand it in what is perceived as the human sense? Science tells us that human beings can only truly love each other, when it comes to relationships, for up to 18 months. Afterwards, the brain longs for attachment to another. This is part of what still defines us as animals. So why is it we still hear about marriages that have been going for 40 years now? Many argue that those marriages are from a different time, that before, people concentrated more on the important things that connected them together, creating ages of grace and inner peace for themselves. That separated us from the animals. Today, we claim that we don't need a piece of paper to define our love for someone. Back then, that would be a truly romantic thing to tell someone that you didn't need the state to recognize your marriage, that the most important thing is that they love you. Today, that just means we don't want to settle down. It means making sure we don't have the ball and chain so we can roam free and have that excitement of starting over. The sanctity of marriage has become a burden that is best avoided. Courtship, romance and all the sorts have become a thing of the past. Right now, all we want to do is whatever he likes, touch her body, eat it up, and suck his sack. None of my cousins or my friends in Haiti think about marriage anymore. Most, if not all of them, including me are from divorced families and conflicts that arise from such conditions. Human bonds are simply defined by the moment, moaning and groaning, trying to make him feel manly, finally telling yourself that your heart is somewhere else, whenever you sex wishing he was someone else, that dude that approached you at the bar the other night, who had enough to melt some ice, because he has that magic stick that makes your pussy quiver, juices running like a river slowly down your kitty litter, a thug like him to make you say oooh, and nothing wrong with tasting his magic stick... ... ...You remember where you came from though, the Christmas trees, the backyard barbecues, the girl next door, the guy next door, grandma's kitchen, grandpa picking you after school...those are years and years of love breaking science's notions about this strange feeling. And then, in one instant, some thing goes wrong, uncle was kidnapped by cancer, grandpa was taken by bone failure and dementia drove sister to a permanent sleep...You don't know what you have until it's gone...What's the point to keep getting more? Are we just keen on looking for more reasons to die inside? Stop falling back on reasons that you know won't stand a chance seems like a good way to go.
April 4th, 1965-June 1st, 2008
You will be sorely missed.
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