There's this scene in 'The Purple Rose of Cairo' where Mia Farrow's husband screams to her: 'Yes, go ahead, leave, you'll see that life is not like the movies... you will be back...'. I beg to differ. Life IS like the movies and for a better example, think about one true moment of happiness or sadness... then substitute yourself by dunno, Fashionable Starlet 1, and play Moby's 'Porcelain' on the background.
If you cannot believe it yet, here are two 'film stills' I'd like to share:
- Two people are walking on party clothes behind Christiania (the hippie commune) in complete darkness, looking for a bridge that M wanted to show A. The trees are gray, it's rainy, there are few lights inside the wooden houses. Then they find the bridge, in the middle of a canal, and sit facing the neon lights on in West Copenhagen (behind them, the tall chimenees of an industrial complex). They discuss their fears and joys like if they only had that night left.
- A girl ('A') travels to Pilsen (Eastern European location) to meet somebody she's been in love with for five years and hasn't seen in five years. 'A' calls 'Da Guy' from a phoneboot and 'Da Guy' says: 'Take a taxi and meet me at Café Enigma' (the name is not ficticious). The girl sees her life passing by while waiting for him. And orders a sandwich.
So, the talented Mr Schippers.
'Love at first sight' has been explained by many ways and the ultimate answer was 'discussed' by me and Virginie over mushroom soup. When you fall-in-love-immediately, it is that all your background recognises in that person your set of preferences and expectations, and therefore you're overwhelmed by a very close to perfect match (what? 85%? 75%? should we settle for 40%?) .
But when you empathise with someone in three seconds, and can be sarcastic, and don't see him/her as your-other-half... then your bond to that person can actually last forever.
Don't ask me about love as I am the biggest mess available, but when I met the talented Mr Schippers, I did not want to marry him and have his babies. I wanted to listen. And what I liked the most was that it was my first encounter with disenchanted honesty, naked truth, and in general with a free soul that taught me how to stop lying to myself.
When I was younger I said that I liked to be around 'smart' people (and when I was older, I said: 'I first fall for (f*ck) the mind'). But intelligence can be measured in oh so many ways, that my stuff now is to be around honest people. And honest people usually laugh about themselves, and you, and in general live lighter.
Mr Schippers is one honest soul. And he is smart. And intelligent. Damn, I felt into my own trap. I just need to say he is 'nice'. I won't nice-him. We met and we understood the idea of the other in three seconds, hence we sticked together. I learnt from him that amazing things happen when you observe carefully. I learnt that you can actually steer your boat without being afraid of breaking everything. I understood that you can let the world revolve by itself.
This is not an ode, the only one I know is 'Ode to a Duck' and that is a pretty funky song. But I wanted to acknowledge that if Earth calls, there might be someone listening. Thanks luv.
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The ripped mr. Talent...
Everybody knows the metaphor with the small pebble, that creates, when thrown into a pond, first small rings, the eventually 'rock' the whole pond.
I never quite understood that metaphor. If it's about creating 'a picture' that represents something else, does this mean that; me effecting my surroundings have pulsing effects on the surroundings of my surroundings... i.e. does it mean I have to throw someone in to a pond, to make it have a positive effect on others...?
Or should I stick with the thought of the pebble? What if it bounces a couple of times on the water, before sinking to the bottom, therefore creating a lot of interfering rings? Would that mean that my actions have interfering consequences, therefore only look nice, but end up be very unorganized…?
And why the h#ll should I be standing on the pond side in the first place, throwing stones into the water? Don’t I have better things to do, than waste my time with juvenile activities? LAZY BASTARD!
Or are we all supposed to be part of the water? Channeling the energy the pebble creates unto others? But what happens when the stone descends through ‘us’ (the water that is) towards the bottom of the pond? Is that the human crowed, cheering when hit first, than forgetting the excitement as soon as it came, letting every effect slight down to earth…? After all, water can’t forever support a pebble, it inevitably has to descend and find it’s place in the sandy bedrock.
Thinking about the above, I praise(!) the duck, that lands into a pond, not knowing why, not caring that his landing and taking off shake its small world a bit. Just being. Just relaxing. Just eating. Just laying eggs. Just taking a @#$%^&* crap on your car… [[Oh, sorry, got carried away… ]] [[uhum…]] I was saying; Shouldn’t we all be singing an ode to a Duck … … … L’ORANGE!!! [[oops, here I did it again…]]
No seriously; we shouldn’t spend our days, throwing pebbles into each others lives. Nor should we be conscious about the fact, that every once in a while we got shake up be something that we let slight immediately. And for all that matters, we shouldn’t be envying the duck its freedom and carelessness. No. We all have find our own tree, where we meet the ones we connect with. Maybe it’s the view from under the tree that makes the connection work, maybe it’s the fruits (that probably don’t fall far from the tree), maybe it’s the rain shelter that brings you together for a while in life… Finding the perfect tree takes a lot of visiting other’s. But WHEN you find it, you will have something steady in your life, something to lean against, something to hide in, and for some ones even more important… you have your own metaphor…
Dan’
PS. There is this Dutch saying “Een boom opzetten”, when literal translated is: “To put up a tree”. It’s a very old fashioned way of saying: “Starting a conversation”…
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