Freedom Express

Yesterday, B. got a bit miffed at me, so I tried to explain myself. Admittedly, I’m a very silly girl, and I tend to express myself in a different manner than Mr. Smarty Pants (Sorry, I couldn’t resist).

The fact is that I am just as concerned as B. about the state of this country; I just don’t express it quite like him. (Quite frankly, who does?)

I thought I would post my own thoughts on my feelings. Yeah, I’m a girl, so it boils down to emotions. Oh, so sue me, already! Of course, if you do, I shall hire a FEMALE lawyer for my defense! Just between you, me and the lamppost, they’re intelligent bitches! (Oomph! I do beg your pardon!)………………..Where was I?……………

Oh, yes! Feelings! I was reminded and inspired by a clip that G. posted to me a while back ago, so I shamelessly took it and ran (Thanks, G.). 😉 This is how I express myself:

There is a show called White Nights, and this is the synopsis:
[Nikolai Rochenko (Baryshnikov) is a Russian ballet dancer who 8 years earlier had defected to the West. He is in a plane flying over Russia when a malfunction forces the plane to land in Russia where the authorities hold him.
Galina Ivanova (Helen Mirren) is in cahoots with the KGB to convince Rochenko to stay in the country and take up his former position as a celebrated Russian dancer.
In this scene she describes what his life could be in Russia, but Rochenko counters that he wants to be free and screams what he feels, like Vysotsky (the singer) does in his songs. She is overcome not only by recognizing the strength of Rochenkos argument but by the artistry and liberation of his dance.]

He actually states that he does not want the suggestion of freedom; he wants to live it. Here is how he expresses himself:

These are the lyrics: (not the rhyming version, but I figured y’all could figure it out)

Vladimir Vysotsky “Capricious Horses” – English lyrics

Along the edge of the cliff, over precipice
I hurry my horses, I rush them ahead.
I need more air, I drink wind and swallow fog;
With ominous delight, I feel I’m vanishing

Slow down, slow down a bit, my horses,
Don’t listen to the snaps of lash!
But my horses are so capricious,
I didn’t finish living, I cannot finish the song.
I will get them water, I will finish my song,
And will stay another moment on the edge.

I will perish, and a hurricane will blow me away, like a flake;
My sledge will dash ahead in the morning snow.
Please ease your pace, my horses,
Extend my journey to the last refuge.

Slow down, slow down a bit, my horses,
Let lash and knout not be your rulers!
But my horses are so capricious,
I didn’t finish living, I cannot finish the song
I will get them water, I will finish my song,
And will stay another moment on the edge.

We are on time paying visit to God, no one is late.
But what are those angels singing there, in such mean voices?
Or is this the harness bell, just crying and crying?
Or is this me, yelling at my horses to slow them down?

Slow down, slow down a bit, my horses,
I beg you not to dart ahead!
But my horses are so capricious,
If I didn’t finish living, can I at least finish the song?
I will get them water, I will finish my song,
And will stay another moment on the edge.

For me, the poem is expressing the contemplation of suicide. Rochenko’s (Baryshnikov) dance is expressing “give me liberty or give me death.”

B., I do see where you are coming from (did you recognize yourself?) Hopefully, you can see where I am coming from (no, it’s not another planet, damnit!)

Great! I think I’ve just posted a mile-long article without porn. Well, let the scrolling begin…….

7 thoughts on “Freedom Express

  1. I did not get “upset” with you and even went to the trouble of telling you that in one of my comments. You never seem to take me at my word and that is probably one of the biggest reasons you have trouble understanding me.

    Oh well, I suppose some people just don’t learn too quickly…

    (Others never learn at all, but they’re called leftists 😉 )

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