Extreme is my social ineptitude
Dm
so I treat it with some fine solitude
Am
So sublime is my procrastination
Dm
sometimes...
Am
Dm
so I treat it with some fine solitude
Am
So sublime is my procrastination
Dm
sometimes...
Am
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
I am not perfect
C Am
I am not perfect when compared to a fish underwater
C Am
I am not perfect when compared to a bird off a cliff (who said it has to rime?)
F Em
I am not perfect when my patience is compared to that of a stone
F Em
I am not perfect when my love for you is compared to that of your own
G
So I am perfectly imperfect
Em D
Why waste your time on me
G
I am nothing but imperfect
Em A D
Why not forget about me
C Am
I am not perfect when it comes to remembering your special days
C Am
I am not perfect when it comes to entertaining you in all possible ways
F Em
I am not perfect when I have to deal with all of your friends
F Em
I am not perfect when I'm sick of life and the movie ends
G
So I am perfectly imperfect
Em D
Why waste your time on me
G
I am nothing but imperfect
Em A D
Why not forget about me
Friday, March 11, 2011
The thin line between salvation and starvation
A decade of my life is on the verge of salvation from regrets \emph{via} a checkpoint called PhD, which calls for decades of longer commitments if not experimental starvation with limited regrets as an artist.
"There's no money in poetry, but there's no poetry in money" -- Robert Grave
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
ecce ego...
Impersonalizing yet another year of personal diaries, photographs, ideas... to become one with nature et cetera
La notte e promettente
Anche oggi faccio le ore piccole piccole, la notte sempre promettente ma visto che sono ancora le 4 di mattina circa, la notte non e' ancora realizzata. Spero di poter scriver e concluder un abstract nonostante la delusione delle notti passate che han promesso tanto ma mantenuto poco. Ci casco sempre perche il futuro invadente e' sempre incerto ma lo scopriremo solo vivendo.
Comincio a ricevere gli auguri di compleanno 2 giorni in anticipo. Se vi chiedete com'e' possibile, come mi chiedevo io, ve lo spiego coi due casi che conosco: il primo ch'e' piu' comune riguarda gli amici che appena vengono notificati del mio compleanno, mi anticipano gli auguri per non dimenticarsi di farlo nel giorno del compleanno, come se fosse un peccato mortale o un dovere pregnante non scrivermi essendo notificati. Il secondo caso si tratta degli amici (finora solo una persona) thanatofobici che temono di non farcela per farmi gli auguri un paio di giorni o settimane dopo... Dato i primi auguri anticipati, prevedo un gaussiano di bombardamenti di auguri con una coda di 4 giorni dopo il compleanno per quelli in ritardo. Comunque sia, vi ringrazio tutti quanti ugualmente, persino quelli che mi augurano tanta felicita senza dirmelo e quelli che mi vogliono bene senza dovermelo dire o volerlo...vvb!
Sto a pezzi, sono esaurito alla frutta... mi prima di crollare vado a frullarmi un po di frutta da mangiare perche la notte e' promettente la lala la lalala la la!
Comincio a ricevere gli auguri di compleanno 2 giorni in anticipo. Se vi chiedete com'e' possibile, come mi chiedevo io, ve lo spiego coi due casi che conosco: il primo ch'e' piu' comune riguarda gli amici che appena vengono notificati del mio compleanno, mi anticipano gli auguri per non dimenticarsi di farlo nel giorno del compleanno, come se fosse un peccato mortale o un dovere pregnante non scrivermi essendo notificati. Il secondo caso si tratta degli amici (finora solo una persona) thanatofobici che temono di non farcela per farmi gli auguri un paio di giorni o settimane dopo... Dato i primi auguri anticipati, prevedo un gaussiano di bombardamenti di auguri con una coda di 4 giorni dopo il compleanno per quelli in ritardo. Comunque sia, vi ringrazio tutti quanti ugualmente, persino quelli che mi augurano tanta felicita senza dirmelo e quelli che mi vogliono bene senza dovermelo dire o volerlo...vvb!
Sto a pezzi, sono esaurito alla frutta... mi prima di crollare vado a frullarmi un po di frutta da mangiare perche la notte e' promettente la lala la lalala la la!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
The Sound of Silence
I feel our planet is overpopulated. One way around it, is to alternate shifts with our fellow "Earthians" or live nocturnally. Technically, such a lifestyle might be diagonised as delayed sleep phase syndrome or night owl syndrome and of course pharmaceutical companies will make sure you get some of that medication that is sitting on their pharmacies' shelves...
What I mostly enjoy about my nocturnal lifestyle is the substantial silence, which to a great deal, is an incentive thereof. Silence allows me to meditate, focus and work without being interrupted by undesired distractions that are often involved with inconsiderate human subjects whose avoidance could be immoral.
“I have learned silence from the talkative, tolerance from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strangely, I am ungrateful to these teachers” -- Gibran K. Gibran
In Lebanese, there is a somehow poetic way of asking someone to shut up simply by saying: (Bet3eerni skoutak?) "would you lend me your silence?". Also, there is an inoffensive and funny way of saying it: (Leb. Ya reit khrit wla 7kit) "I wish you shit and did not speak"! In French we would say: (Fr. Sois belle et tais-toi) meaning "look good and shut up", and more offensively (fr. ta gueule) "your mouth" thus indicating the origin of malfunction. The Portuguese are not any less romantic than the French when they say (Pr. cala a boca e beija-me) "close your mouth and kiss me"! In Spanish I like to quote a more poetic intervention from Dr. Neruda (Es. Me gustas cuando callas porque estas como ausente) "I like you when you are silent because it feels as if you were absent", however that is only a misleading beginning of a love poem. In Italian, I like the interjection (zitto!). In greek you may say siopa (offensive) or stamata. Finally, in Arabic, the saying goes "If speech was argentine then silence is golden"...
Silently yours,
Al
What I mostly enjoy about my nocturnal lifestyle is the substantial silence, which to a great deal, is an incentive thereof. Silence allows me to meditate, focus and work without being interrupted by undesired distractions that are often involved with inconsiderate human subjects whose avoidance could be immoral.
“I have learned silence from the talkative, tolerance from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strangely, I am ungrateful to these teachers” -- Gibran K. Gibran
In Lebanese, there is a somehow poetic way of asking someone to shut up simply by saying: (Bet3eerni skoutak?) "would you lend me your silence?". Also, there is an inoffensive and funny way of saying it: (Leb. Ya reit khrit wla 7kit) "I wish you shit and did not speak"! In French we would say: (Fr. Sois belle et tais-toi) meaning "look good and shut up", and more offensively (fr. ta gueule) "your mouth" thus indicating the origin of malfunction. The Portuguese are not any less romantic than the French when they say (Pr. cala a boca e beija-me) "close your mouth and kiss me"! In Spanish I like to quote a more poetic intervention from Dr. Neruda (Es. Me gustas cuando callas porque estas como ausente) "I like you when you are silent because it feels as if you were absent", however that is only a misleading beginning of a love poem. In Italian, I like the interjection (zitto!). In greek you may say siopa (offensive) or stamata. Finally, in Arabic, the saying goes "If speech was argentine then silence is golden"...
Silently yours,
Al
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