24/3/09

Odessa


Darkness as a factor. An overflowing factor, we may say. There is no reason to think there is no reason. Euphoria or elation are also valid words to describe the spirit of this fatal darkness. Of these fatal darknesses.

It's in these moments, between non-expressions and expressions, when the strenght appears. Suddenly. Without previous warning. And the strenght, logically, is too strong. And we become weak. As always. As yesterday. As, probably, tomorrow. Because, there is no diference between always, yesterday and tomorrow. Monday is the paradigm. Monday as the beginning of a huge tradition. And it's not any joke.

Darkness and strenght. Or, in other words, Odessa. Somewhere, in the middle of nowhere. It's supposed to be, for example, between Groningen and New Orleans. Next to Greece or Italy. Like a brothel, we can assure.


We've always been more interested on behinds. Behind doors. And, then, explosions, outbreaks, shatterings and burstings from the heaven. From the sky. From the hill. From the river. Maybe because of river's closeness. Maybe just because. And, inevitably, our poor and damned heart gets excited. What's talent?, shall we ask. Or, at least, we should wonder. 'To take part in it', intellectual people hold. What's participation?, shall we ask. What's jazz? And, among the repetition, both sides, we may consider. Or three of them, if we don't want to forget the liquid source of peaceful.