mardi, décembre 18, 2012

Tragedy and the healing power of the words of Sting

These days, when I hug my children at night I know I hold them tighter, longer and with a depth of feeling that is so profound, I almost cry. I thought I was a poet, a writer - one who could wield and arrange words to reflect what I feel adequately at least.  I could make people feel compassion and nostalgia. Love and hatred. Equally.
But I could not. Not this week.
Neither could Obama.
For words failed us this week to comprehend the tragedy and horror that beheld a small town half a world away. How the lives of little angels were cruelly cut short this week.
Children of America. Children of Gaza.
Children of Myanmar. Children of the world wherever you are
who die of man created violence.
Words failed me.
So I turned to Sting.
And nothing brought this closer to heart and reminded me  how fragile we really are as this simple short song did.
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are

Lloras tu
y lloro yo
y el cielo también
y el cielo también
Lloras tú
y lloro yo
que fragilidad
que fragilidad...
Guns and wars really have no place in our civilian society, do they?
There is no historical precedent
To put the words in the mouth of the President
There's no such thing as a winnable war
It's a lie we don't believe anymore

We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
What might save us, me, and you
Is if 'we all' love 'our' children too
We try to make sense. But it will never make sense. Deep in our hearts, we do not stop crying.
Would I cry for you

Under the Arctic fire
Over the seas of silence
Hauling on frozen ropes
For all my days remaining
But would north be true?

All colours bleed to red
Asleep on the ocean's bed
Drifting on empty seas
For all my days remaining

But would north be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
To try and understand the evil in the world, I try to remember that everyone had a family, a childhood, a love lost and maybe never found. There is a story. A tragedy that begets tragedy.
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art

But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart
The siege guns had been pounding all through the night

And if I built this fortress around your heart
Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
Then let me build a bridge
For I cannot fill the chasm
And let me set the battlements on fire
Finally, when I can't take all this sadness and need to think of love again, I turn to Sting's 
Though all my kingdoms turn to sand
And fall into the sea
I'm mad about you I'm mad about you

And from the dark secluded valleys
I heard the ancient sighs of sadness
But every step I thought of you

Every footstep only you
And every star a grain of sand
The leavings of a dried up ocean

Tell me, how much longer? How much longer?
Until you love with that kind of ache and longing, perhaps you have not loved enough?
And yet,  while half the world panics and the other half wonders about destruction on 21.12.12 - what is the new wave to hit Mankind? Sting sang of the seventh wave, bringing real hope in his words.
Every ripple on the ocean
Every leaf on every tree
Every sand dune in the desert
Every power we never see
There is a deeper wave than this
Swelling in the world
There is a deeper wave than this
Listen to me girl

Feel it rising in the cities
Feel it sweeping over land
Over borders, over frontiers
Nothing will its power withstand
There is no deeper wave than this
Rising in the world
There is no deeper wave than this
Listen to me girl

All the bloodshed, all the anger
All the weapons, all the greed
All the armies, all the missiles
All the symbols of our fear

There is a deeper wave than this
Rising in the world
There is a deeper wave than this
Listen to me girl

Songs and lyrics by Sting. The man is a genius.


4 commentaires:

Sherry Blue Sky a dit…

Oh, my friend, you have put together the first post about this trauma that really speaks to my heart something that leaves a shard of hope.

I especially love "but that's not the shape of my heart".

Sting's words are beautiful and the final song does give my heart the first bit of lift and hope it has felt since Friday happened. Bless you for putting this together. The words sank into my mind like raindrops on a desert. I needed them.

We all need them.

ninotaziz a dit…

Dear Sherry,
I am glad you remembered the hope. For when hope is obliterated, everything else shuts down.

I needed a way to climb out of that dark heavy feeling that settled in my heart after the shooting.

Felt a bit better but waking up this morning, I still felt anxiety. Perhaps it will take a while to quell. It was a different kind of tsunami I guess to hit the world - one that I hope would awaken us to all the shortcomings in the world and do something concrete about it.

Perhaps it is time we listen to children who have such clarity in thought about what is important. And move on from there.

Al-Manar a dit…

As I finished 'Love is the seventh wave' I was suddenly aware of waves ponding the shore behind our house. It has been raining non stop for three days al least, strong wind blowing some coconuts down, being in the middle of Monsoon. The sound is truly scary. At one poing this afternoon Makcik called me out to see the big waves. She thought the waves might continue to beat the shore and invade our home by this evening. That last lyric carries special meaning to me.

ninotaziz a dit…

Dear Pakcik,

I am happy you read the lyrics. Songs have a way of representing different images and meanings and relevance to different people.

Town of my childhood, Kuantan was inundated with water. I find it amazing that you stay close to the sea, not opting to come to KL, during the monsoon when the South China Sea roars like a tiger.

I have just finalised Onangkiu for submission today. I am so happy!

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