Er schreibt täglich an gegen all das Monströse, das in “Trumplandia” wuchert. Versucht immer wieder neue Erklärungen, entwirft Bilder, provoziert Debatten, analysiert, resigniert, widersteht. Prescht vor. Bis in die Schatten. (db)
“I got an emptiness deep inside/And I’ve tried/But it won’t let me go” (Neil Diamond)
When lyrics repeat in your mind over several days, don’t you stop to listen? That’s happened for 3 days now as I recover from a “bug”. So, the lyrics I heard was a chorus from this Neil Diamond song below.
“I am”… I said
To no one there
And no one heard at all
Not even the chair
“I am”… I cried
“I am”… said I
And I am lost and I can’t
Even say why
Leavin’ me lonely still
“I am”… I said
“I am”… I cried
“I am…
I have several ideas about the chorus I’m now examining. I know I’ll find the “message” within and believe it will clarify something. In the meantime, perhaps you’ve also dealt with these sort of messages and can share what you did find.
Neil Diamond was the uncle of my daughter’s childhood friend and she often met him at her home. He liked her telling him that we played his albums a lot and she told him what she thought they meant.
JERROLD ATLAS
(Psychohistorian/Vermont/USA)
