Elixir part 3 – The paradoxes of Melancholy

Elixir part 3 – The paradoxes of Melancholy
3 July 2022
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Amelia found a seat not far from the dead teenager and threw herself on it as she could hardly bear the crescendo of the wailing that emanated from the Melancholists. The wails subsided after a while and the Melancholists slowly exited the burial ground passing by the parents and other family of the young teenager and offering condolences to them. Amelia knew they would soon be gone to their dwellings all around Melancholy. She wished to see how they entered their dwellings that seemed hermetically shut and asked if she could follow them. The Melancholists accepted in hope of making of her an ally who could create the Elixir their breed needed so much. Even they, as a matter of fact, would do better with some drops of Elixir to make their lifeline longer and the beauty of their life greater.

Amelia followed a crowd of Melancholists back to their dwellings and she saw one family after the other slide into the slit that revealed itself to them and be gone into their mushroom-like dwellings. She realized that the slits would appear only to the owners of the mushroom and not anyone else – not even the other residents of Melancholy. One of the Melancholists by her side told her that it was only if the owners gave specific orders to the membrane that covered their dwelling that it would open to someone else. The orders had to be accompanied by a ritual if the dwelling was to open to a non-resident of Melancholy. This was to ensure a double protection from a potential non-resident of Melancholy trying to harm the Melancholists by forcing them to say the orders. Indeed, even if the orders could be given under constraint the ritual could only be made by someone who was free of all constraint.

Amelia watched them disappear one after another in their dwellings and realized that on the other side of Melancholy far from the burial grounds, there was a group gathered and whose collective sorrow seemed to draw her in like a magnet. After the last family had gone into their dwelling, she headed towards the group of sorrowful Melancholists. When she reached them, she realized that they were all youngsters, so beautiful that she could not identify who was the most beautiful of all. It was as if their features kept morphing and the one she looked at seemed always more beautiful than the one she had looked at just before. Despite so much beauty, they were full of an agonizing sorrow that seemed to be tearing them apart. They talked about their fallen friend in hushed voices and seemed to be betting on who would go next. 

Amelia asked them why it was that they needed to shorten their lives and they answered as if surprised by the question that this had always been the case. Amelia assured them that they did not need to follow what had been done and that they did not need to shorten their lives. Somehow, they seemed to believe it was the only way that their parents could live longer and were happy to gift them with their lives. Besides, they said that while they were alive, all they could feel is sorrow and woe and they simply could not live with such a heavy burden. They were therefore doubly happy to gift their life away. Amelia asked them how they could possibly feel sorrow and woe in such a beautiful place and one of the taller ones answered that behind the beauty lay the thought of the death of their parents so they could only see the death and the beauty of the surroundings evaded them. It would seem like they had uncovered these feelings after they reached the age of twelve.

Amelia thought that it was such a strange paradox that the young ones should live in a place of beauty but shun it and concentrate on the sorrow and giving their life away for the elders while the elders of Melancholy not only found the place beautiful but were also able to get within it the gift of life from their youngsters. It was not a gift of extending the life eternally like the Elixir though but a gift of just a few more years. The Elders appreciated Melancholy and the gift of the youngsters but at the same time wept the passing of their youngsters and their gift that they so wanted to return and have their youngsters healed by the Elixir. It seemed like Melancholy was indeed a place of paradoxes.

Agnes Obel - The Curse 

Sad sighs in between

Sad sighs in between

October 1, 2018

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From your bosom’s share

You gave me a piece of sun

Dazzling in bright frame

 

In free gift of self

Willingly you gave me light

Through dark winter night

 

Nights and days relayed

Sensations everlasting

Heart at the center

 

Head preoccupied

Thoughts roaming free now unwind

Windmills in the mind

 

From my toil and care

I gave you a piece of moon

Reflected in eyes

 

In poet’s retort

Unknowingly I gave spleen

Sad sighs in between

 

Reading of the poem: 

Anamorphic – Lights & Motion

Valentine

Valentine

21 September 2017

 

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Simply star

Whirling through my skies

Heaven’s gift

Bright adrift

One and only all uplift

With your tender care

 

All you are

The truth pearling through the lies

Amber’s hue

Deepest blue

Criss cross on my heart so true

Bold colours to dare

 

Near and far

Your breath removed from my sighs

Valentine

Turpentine

Frames living high on cloud nine

No colours will spare

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Love my Soul – Agron

Stars written

Stars written

5 May 2017

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Disorder

Laid back in order

On border

Recorder

Landscapes that scribe sees broader

The soul much grander

 

Obsessive

All doubt to outlive

Compulsive

Will to live

Overwhelming gift to give

To love and forgive

 

System spate

The chains that we grate

We broke late

You translate

It was She who bosom ate

Clearing up the plate

 

Cloudy dome

Straying within home

Metal chrome

Sound of Ohm

Not all paths will lead to Rome

The mind oft will roam

 

See the light

Rocking cradle right

End of spite

Brittle might

Shadows dark don’t creep the night

Upending the fight

 

Hymn for soul

Music to console

Expunged coal

Closed the hole

Recovering from wormhole

The dot from the whole

 

Meek kitten

The coffin laid in

Hate driven

Stars written

Waking the blue green maiden

The soul ne’er laden

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Music for Your Soul ( Carino)- Chris Spheeris

Rewiring circuits

Rewiring circuits

17 April 2017

 

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Gift of speech

In intonations

Hanging through

Dialogs

Air suspended in three logs

Me my self and you

 

Disbelief

A parameter

Wide awake

We teeter

On brink of emptiness stance

Emotions a trance

 

Leftovers

In hearts and clovers

The game diced

Openings

When I reuttered endings

Rewiring circuits

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Iosis – Anilah

 

The Stars Rainmaker

The Stars Rainmaker

24 March 2017

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Dancing trees

Grant me melodies

Prancing feet

Quick to meet

Photons running through my fleet

The thunder to greet

 

Gift hammer

Within shoulder blades

As it wades

Everglades

Sinking rising ace of spades

Threaded by our Art

 

Ne’er to part

From narrow heartpath

Needle’s eye

From my sigh

Gets me safe through the Quaker

The Stars Rainmaker

 

Reading of the poem:

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A hundred reasons – Ólafur Arnalds

Happiness does not wait – Ólafur Arnalds

Beth’s Theme – Ólafur Arnalds

Messenger

Messenger

4 January 2017

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Birth in stars

Growth in the moonshine

Blessed in wine

Sleek pristine

From gift of birth do not dine

Polluted alters

 

Sing story

Slow the candle light

Bring the sight

Slow the might

Sorrows empty change delight

Reversing altars

 

Voices ring

Ear deciphering

Messenger

Carries weight

Of parcels deliverance gait

Wading through waters

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Messenger – Audiomachine

Prologue & Birth – Audiomachine

Hope and Glory – Audiomachine

Error is Human

Error is Human

20 December 2016

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Stick measures

Prodded cattle’s spine

Wine and dine

Meat so fine

Red more than colour brandished

Choice that mouth relished

 

They feed us

Darkness in a spree

Jerking knee

Fear to flee

Heart knows more than what eye sees

Willful chance to seize

 

Consume me

My flesh wanton gift

Mend the rift

Spirit lift

Still the hunger in the heart

No souls to depart

 

Lost pleasures

None in mind to hate

Check me mate

Bid me spate

I will waters overcome

For my Kingdom come

 

They see us

When we split in three

Hollow sea

Trinity

Casting net to kill disease

An evil to cease

 

Reveal me

Of thunder in dust

Earthen crust

Steel in rust

See in me anew the man

Error is Human

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Rise like a Phoenix – Conchita Wurst

Nothing to confess

Nothing to confess

16 August 2016

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Compiling

Going through the piles

Discarded

Yellow scraps

Crumpled paper once was wraps

Of my heart’s token

 

Unbroken

The gift lies glassy

Ribbons mess

Sheltering

The most intricate carving

From Time’s stark duress

 

Grief seekers

Point implicitly

Voiceless charge

Bow to norms

Passengers remain on Barge

While the captain drinks

 

Giddy ride

Drunken stupour straits

Mind at peace

With the twirl

Sinusoidal journey

The cracken awakes

 

The boat shakes

Imagined quivers

The wheel twirls

Tempest hurls

The rains transform the rivers

Thundering blue sea

 

Priests beckon

My frame to the keel

I reckon

Party Time

More appropriate than storms

Nothing to confess

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Oh Lover – Rachael Yamagata ft. Ray Lamontagne

You are not here

You are not here

21-22 June 2016

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You are not here

Playing hide and seek

Within shadow of your smile

You and I take part

In teasing childhood games

 

You are not here

All wardrobes emptied

Of imaginary shirts

Worn with would be ties

Not chosen together

 

You are not here

The kettle boils

The humming sound of closures

As water simmers

Now breaching fever’s peak

 

You are not here

The window pane’s cool

Crystallising the vapour

Blowing off my thoughts

Winds down mind’s idle clocks

 

You are not here

Your voice a dark gift

An orchestra of taut chords

Ringing from the stars

Blending me in solace

 

You are not here

Ethereal shape

You whisper through the oceans

Dilating shrinking

Within circles of Time

 

Reading of the poem: 

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First Snow – Clint Mansell & The Kronos Quartet

Stay with me- Clint Mansell

Lux Aeterna / Requiem for a Dream – Clint Mansell & The Kronos Quartet