Thanks for this, S'ace.
Here are the words to this poem....
if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
otherwise, don’t even start.
if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.
go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance,
of how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.
if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like that.
you will be alone with the gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.
do it, do it, do it.
do it.
all the way
all the way.
you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter,
its the only good fight
there is.
I think I am one of these guys...
I was just thinking tonight -- that one thing this is about -- the people who will show up -- who will really build this "Portal" -- are people like this...
I was thinking of it this way -- it's the People who Love -- who love with every cell of their body, every dream of their soul, every breath of their heart, every prayer of their mind...
People -- who can't do anything else. People who must do this. People who are compelled, who will die if they don't do it...
There are people like that.
So, yes, like the poem says, like Bono resonates -- it can be a little tough. It can get cold out there. It can get a little crazy. It can take too long, and be too much work. Everybody looks at you and shakes their head. What is WITH that guy? They move on to something comfortable. And some of us sit out there on that cold park bench, praying with every cell of our bodies, loving with everything we are. Well, we're just like that. We're not even special. We're totally ordinary, totally normal, just like everybody else. But we gotta do this.
--- On Mon, Dec 15, 2008, in msg266205, S´ace G root wrote ---
pass all the way [bono recites bukowski]
listen to the timbre of a voice ?
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