neulichimcafe

In waking hours last sunday night
a lucid moment brought me light:
I found I had been walking blind
and lit a torch in the cave that's my mind.

I saw its ceiling but not its floor,
I looked around in search for more,
then I took the turn to self-denial
and followed this way, which took me a while.

Behind steep inclines and twisted slopes
I discovered the path of dreams and hopes.
Narrow at first, it quickly grew wide -
and then came out on the other side.

I tuned off the torch and looked at the sky,
the endless expanse and the bottomless I.
My lucid moment had almost passed,
I hoped that something, at least, would last.

When morning came it dawned on me,
the first ray of light clearly made me see,
if I understood myself - just a bit -
I'd be blessed with wisdom infinite.

© neulichimcafe, 2009

Wenn Du gehst, bist Du nicht weg.
Du bist mehr hier, als wenn Du da wärst.
Manchmal auch weniger.

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neulich im cafe entstand dieser blog ... für erste gedanken und letzte einsichten, für babyschritte und endlossätze und für alles, was uns noch gefehlt hat.

There are moments in which you remember what you usually like to forget. Moments in which life is condensed into a little aching spot in the middle of you. Moments when you’ve had enough, thank you, and still you can’t face being left out there on your own.

I’ve had one of these, sitting in a movie chair listening to the steps, breaths, heartbeats that close No Country for Old Men. I was waiting, hoping for more images. There`s only darkness.

The Coen Brothers’ latest film reaches that rare balance between excellent thrill and existential depth. Starting out like a particularly vile thriller – man finds money, killer tries to track him down – with particularly vile hairdos, No Country for Old Men slowly and almost inperceptibly morphs into the most bitter tale of life.

1. Man is just an animal on the run, and money will only make you run faster. Still, man won’t escape his fate, for where would he run to for death not to find him?
2. Death is arbitrary, but not capricious. It only has this one duty, to kill. What’s the choice, then?
3. There is no salvation. There is only an old man who isn’t God. Will his only grace be to be kept waiting?

No Country for Old Men is like the narcotics that are its starting point, a film that lets you experience the moment to the fullest, that makes you see clearly while you’re there, and that leaves you crashed in the dark when it is taken away.
-m.a.s.-