Look at how I descend lower until I am nothing but dust
Scattered thoughts about Hozier’s poetry. Quoted from his lyrics, while my ramblings descend after.
“If there was anyone to ever get through this life with their heart still intact they didn’t do it right”
Icarus flying too close to the sun could not tell he was dying because he was too enraptured. Did he think that his skin burning was his love so bright it was on fire?
“Skinning the children for a war drum, putting food on the table selling bombs and guns”
and then, “If there's something still to take there is ground to break”
imagine emerging deep in the bowels of a song covered in blood
Look at this calamity and watch who survives. Aren’t you all magnificent in your efforts to forge ahead and begin again?
this is the official soundtrack of Dante’s fvcking inferno. harrowing.
“Do you know, I could break beneath the weight of the goodness, love, I still carry for you? That I'd walk so far just to take the injury of finally knowing you.”
Orpheus and Eurydice has love never made you feel insane? only a tragedy. To love someone enough to save them and to love someone so much that you cannot save them. Love is looking back and you cannot tell me otherwise.
“They are buried without scalp in the shattered bedrock of our home”
Ship of fucking Theseus. Is it rebuilding or painstakingly re-piecing a corpse? If they shed every part of you that you have become effluvia, what else is there to retrieve?
“My life was a storm, since I was born How could I fear any hurricane? If someone asked me at the end I'll tell them put me back in it”
yeah fvck you (at this point i am stardust). darling you forget yourself. you think this scares me, my paramour?
“Hold me like water or Christ, hold me like a knife”
Like you’re terrified I will slip through your fingers or like you cannot let me go if only for your own sake and not mine
If you can’t keep me around because you love me, if I'm only here for your purpose then Christ, I’d be your mistress just to have you around.
Hold me even though I am hard to hold. wield me or hold me tight with the strongest of intentions, with the intent to kill
“If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait. Until that day, I'd rather take my whiskey neat”
My house can not hold us, so do not bother, there is no invitation. I watch begrudging. I watch in veneration, in the same reverence in which man beholds his saint. cast me down. You are too saccharine to save me.
“No grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her”
Imprisonment. Addiction. Death itself. i fear would not stop me.
my temple, my cathedral, my synagogue
Is it then blasphemy to call my damned soul pious when my love for you is holy and akin to salvation?
and then finally my absolute favorite.
“I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door”
poignant. visceral.
Screw these other righteous mortals, come with me instead. Let’s take a stroll through the nine circles of hell.
