dying poet

poet | i'm almost me again

[fairycosmos]

that guy who went to space and said something along the lines of how it shattered his illusions about the wonders of the universe entirely because it was just cold and empty and dead and vast and everything worth marvelling at was back down on earth. yeah

[dreams-in-jail]

First Light

the ascent from Hell. the return to sunlight

the first few seconds of this song healed something in me.

You know how there are nights when the sky seems to slip into your bedroom and hold its hand around your throat, plant a constriction in your chest, and leave a smoke so thick filling your lungs? For a few seconds, you believe you'll never breathe again. When you wake up, you wake with scars you don't remember the injuries of. But it's over now. This song is how it feels to wake up after that. All you can see is 'gold and rust' like 'I've lived my whole life before the first light'. It's like seeing the morning for the first time.

[dreams-in-jail]

Unknown/Nth

9th Circle of Hell

If the knife stabbing your spine was held by someone you love, would it still hurt? You'd feel forgiveness first, the betrayal would settle in only moments later.

He speaks of love singing:

It ain't the being alone, it ain't the empty home. You know I'm good on my own. You know, it's more the being unknown

Only to end singing:

And there are some people, love, who are better unknown.

i also love the imagery of the heart leaping from the ribcage and getting stuck in the teeth. in comparison to how the devil is said to have the heads of the three worst traitors (the likes of Marcus Brutus) in between his teeth. 'My heart leapt from me. Your smile now, I can see its pieces still stuck in your teeth. And what's left of it I listen to it tick, every tedious beat'.

[dreams-in-jail]

Butchered Tongue

I didn't realise I was waiting for this song my entire life without even realising I was. I can't talk about it without crying

There are words in my native language I can't understand even if I manage to read it. And this place I call home now, how much of its syllables are truly mine? What language does your brain think in? Mine has the alphabets of three languages trying to find home in my head. Sometimes, I don't know what I'm trying to say until I'm done saying it wrong. A butchered tongue still singing here above the ground.

[dreams-in-jail]

All Things End by Hozier: Unreal Unearth

6th circle

We didn't get it right, but love, we did our best. Can't help drawing a parallel to Hozier's first album when he sang 'We tried the world good God, it wasn't for us'.

And all things end, all that we intend is scrawled in sand. It slips right through our hand. And just knowing that everything will end we should not change our plans.

My soul ascends realms at 2:36. I don't know what words are

[dreams-in-jail]

Damage Gets Done by Hozier: Unreal Unearth

4th Circle of Hell

This young blood is a problem. And this song is redemption for the youth. The elders think the worst thing you can be is be young. They spit the word 'rebel' like it's a bad thing. When you live with reckless abandon, every moment seems like revolution. When you're young, you think you're changing the world with every fence climbed, every remark ousted, every little thing you do just because they told you not to. And maybe you're right as long as you stay true. They talk about how it's important to find yourself, that is what your youth is meant for. But how do you know who you truly are? You claim the world.

And when you say you want the world in all its glory for yourself, why you want it is who you are.

[dreams-in-jail]

First Time by Hozier: Unreal Unearth

this is so sad I want to cry just thinking about it. Who broke this man's heart.

Hozier starts singing 'My name would always hit my ears/ as such an awful sound' and then, 'but you spoke some quick new music/that went so far to soothe this soul'. The first time my name sounded right was when I heard you say it. Only to end the song, singing almost desperately and in sad resignation, 'when was the last time?'.

Also it's said this song represents the first circle of Hell from Dante's Inferno. This is for the people who did not accept God; their punishment is that they will not be tormented nor will they see Heaven. Just forever feel the emptiness that comes with it. Hence 'as it was and ever shall be, unearth without a name'. And he's in limbo the way a part of him dies, yet some part comes alive.

[dreams-in-jail]

De Selby by Hozier

part i.

You are light in spirt but arive like nightfall. We metamorphosize— this love is one of the dark arts

- rough translation of the Gaelic section

'No closer would I be to God Or why he would do what he's done'

I feel like a new person in the split second we transition from De Selby part i to part ii.

part ii.

I'd move so fast that I'd outpace the dawn I want to be gone. I want to run so far, I'd beat the morning. Before the dawn has come, I'd block the sun, If you want it done.

Who gave this man the right to write: If I was any closer, I could only lose me.

Hozier said in interviews about how this song is about metamorphosis—when two things, people, become one. In part i, the Gaelic section talks about how the lover is light in spirit but arrives like nightfall and in part ii he goes on to say 'i'd beat the morning' and 'Before the dawn has come, I'd block the sun'. Because dawn, in those few moments just before sunrise, is when night can continue existing. Even if briefly.

My first impression was of the tortured artist. 'I want to run so far. I'd beat the morning. I'd block the sun, if you want it done' except the you, is oneself. What you're given, what you live in, it finds a way to live in you. When your entire sense of identity is centred around the art you create, it becomes you. So much so to the point where you don't realise where you begin and where it ends. Nothing good has ever come from that, has there? But isn't destruction the first step to greatness? When Icarus looked the sun in the eye, even if just for a second before he died, for a moment he thought he knew what it felt like to be God.

[dreams-in-jail]

Beautiful Boy . 2018

[llovelymoonn]

on fathers

ocean vuong someday i’ll love \ kaye donachie against the mass of night \ nailone marta sketch \ agustin gómez-arcos the carnivorous lamb \ henrik uldalen \ richard siken war of the foxes (ii) \ halsey i would leave if i could: “i am angry because of my father” \ barbara kroll \ @d0ll-part-s crossing the line \ eula bliss the pain scale \ david shelvino

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