Björk

stand helplessly

Sonnets/Unrealities XI
by E.E. Cummings 

it may not always be so; and i say
that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch
another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart, as mine in time not far away;
if on another's face your sweet hair lay
in such silence as i know, or such
great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;

if this should be, i say if this should be—
you of my heart, send me a little word;
that i may go unto him, and take his hands,
saying, Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands

A Flowing Event

"A living body is not a fixed thing but a flowing event, like a flame or a whirlpool: the shape alone is stable, for the substance is a stream of energy going in at one end and out at the other. We are particularly and temporarily identifiable wiggles in a stream that enters us in the form of light, heat, air, water, milk, bread, fruit, beer, beef Stroganoff, caviar, and pate de foie gras. It goes out as gas and excrement -- and also as semen, babies, talk, politics, commerce, war, poetry, and music. And philosophy."

~ Alan Watts, "Murder in the Kitchen," from Does It Matter?: Man's Relation to Materiality

I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl

~ Björk, Bachelorette

I Lose Interest

Photography for Interview by Vinoodh Matadin, Inez Van Lamsweerde “I feel like my last album was really very much about this emotion to want justice. And maybe I go with this emotion as a way to get at how it is to feel injustice—to want justice and to demand it. It’s very strong, this image of a person with a flag, declaring independence. But I’m not interested in politics. I lose interest the microsecond it ceases to be emotional, when something becomes a political movement. What I’m interested in is emotions.”

~ Björk, from Interview Magazine (June/July 2009). Voltaic, a two-CD, two-DVD box set of live recordings from Medúlla and Volta, will be available June 23 from Nonesuch.

I See Who You Are


Pipa (Chinese lute) virtuoso Min Xiao-Fen performing with Björk at Madison Square Garden on September 24, 2007.

I see who you are
behind the skin and the muscles
I see who you are
and when you'll get older later

I will see the same girl
the same soul
lioness, fireheart
passionate lover

and afterwards
later this century
when you and I have
become corpses

let's celebrate now
all this flesh on our bones
let me push you
up against me
tightly
and enjoy every bit of you

la la la-la la la...

let's celebrate now
all this flesh on our bones
let me push you
up against me
tightly

let's celebrate now
all this flesh on our bones
and enjoy every bit of you

la la la-la la la...

I see who you are

Listen to a Studio 360 interview with Min Xiao-Fen (5.9.08).

it may not always be so

it may not always be so; and i say
by E. E. Cummings from Tulips & Chimneys, 1923

it may not always be so; and i say
that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch
another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart, as mine in time not far away;
if on another's face your sweet hair lay
in such a silence as i know, or such
great writhing words as, uttering overmuch
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;

if this should to be, i say if this should be –
you of my heart, send me a little word;
that i may go unto him, and take his hands,
saying, Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face, and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.

Sonnets / Unrealities XI
Björk

To My Surprise It Started Writing Itself


"Bachelorette"

I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotized by the Whirl

Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak in the stream
Game we're playing is life
Love is a two way dream

Leave me now, return tonight
Tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay

I'm a path of cinders
Burning under your feet
You're the one who walks me
I'm your one way street

I'm a whisper in water
Secret for you to hear
You are the one who grows distant
When I beckon you near

Leave me now, return tonight
The tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay

I'm a tree that grows hearts
One for each that you take
You're the intruder hand
I'm the branch that you break