Thursday, December 8, 2011

Stillness Is The Move

How should I live? Maybe that's not the question.

How should I think?

I know so little. Maybe because I'm always just curious. Sometimes I think so wrongly because I'm thinking as if I was talking to someone else.


- Marion, Wings of Desire


It's inevitable: things you wrote more than three years ago become embarrassing. They become clutter in the attic. I put an end to my oh so old blog because I felt the need to change my address. But you see, it's not a big move. I'm just moving next door. And I'm keeping most of my old furniture.

"Stillness Is The Move" is, of course, the title of a Dirty Projectors song, from their 2009 album Bitte Orca. I was instantly drawn to it by its oxymoronic nature, and this song has since stayed with me.


Stillness Is The Move
Dirty Projectors

When the child was just a child
It did not know what it was
Like a child it had no habits
No opinion about anything

Maybe I will get a job
Get a job as a waitress
Maybe waiting tables in a diner
In some remote city down the highway

After all that we've been through
I know we'll make it after the wait
The question is a truth
There is nothing we can't do
I'll see you along the way baby
The stillness is the move

On top of every mountain
There was a great longing
For another even higher mountain
In each city longing for a bigger city

After all that we've been through
I know that I will always love you
From now until forever baby
I can't imagine anything better

(chorus)

Isn't life under the sun just a crazy dream?
Isn't life just a mirage of the world before the world?
Why am I here and not over there?
Where did time begin
Where does space end
Where do you and I begin?

(chorus x2)

The lyrics are based on the script of Der Himmel über Berlin/ Wings of Desire (Wim Wenders, 1987), mostly on the Song of Childhood written by Peter Handke.

I like to think "stillness is the move" conveys the idea of spectatorship. And from spectatorship I go to escapism. From escapism to nonparticipation. From nonparticipation to passivity. From passivity to freedom.

"And could it be that in this passivity I shall find my freedom?", wonders one of Richard Linklater's slackers.

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