.
Bad things.
The worst thing about evil is it loves itself. And yes, it’s banal.
Bey-nal as the yanks pronounce it.But more to the point
and whatdoyoucallher,that bloody beautiful,gorgeous
clever Jewess that that closet nazi smart fella ,Heidegger
was shafting,she missed it in Nuremberg.And it staring
her straight in the face.God,I’d love to have met her and
see how she’d handle a few Jamesons with ice.In Rostrevor,
or else,in Nice.Poor girl, never seen the fairy glen.
Digression incidentally, is like the fairy glen.Beautiful, because you
get the feeling there is more to come and you might never
get to the end of it.It’s that wonderful feeling,what’s this
you call it?-I keep forgetting things I used to know in a
flash- ah yes!,anticipation.
Anticipation is never depressed.If only you could bottle
it,sure like fresh water, you could describe it advantageously
and flog it all over.I bet the Chinese would lap it up.And
wouldn’t it brighten the horizon?.Capitalisim can be a good
thing,no?.
But that lovely Jewess was at a disadvantage.She was a reporter.
She was coming from America,from outside,observing the trials
at Nuremberg,a spectator.She saw that fat German boss of
the Luftwaffe in his fancy garb,a real diva who told the bombers
to stay away from a castle in Kent that he had picked out for
when the war would be won,and Hitler in Piccadilly.
Evil is something that can be imagined only by those
who have direct experience of it and even they are at a loss
.Rebecca West, with a mind of Shakesperian power and scope
confessed herself bewildered by the German psyche.
Anne Frank.She could speak of it, and did.
Any obvious Catholic stranded up the Shankill or maybe
even a Prod caught about the Ardoyne on a hot day might
think he knows it,but that’s stupid passion,riled up,
provoked.
Evil is different.You don’t provoke evil.It’s there already,
primed,hungry and cold. It has a cold passion,it’s
heartbeat never quickens,but it’s skin glows with pleasure
when suffering emanates It keeps company with no-one.
It is always lonely,hungry and must eventually turn upon itself and fall apart.
I’ve run across it once or twice in my travels and it’s not nice.
..Bad upbringing I put it down to,because,it’s hard to think
of anything else, that would explain it.
And for a while after it you don’t feel any anticipation.
You’d nearly rather be gone te fuck out of it,altogether.
( Nazi crowd salute Hitler’s arrival 1936 Olympics.)
But you can’t let the bastards win,can you?.Even if you
wanted to.And sure, isn’t there always hope,remaining?.
The dog,a lovely savage Rhodesian just wandered in and laid his chin
on me knee.For a minute there I thought he loved me but he was only after
me sandwich.And the pup is eatin’ me trousers.I’ll have to
go and feed them.Ta Ta.
ps.
I nearly forgot.There is one thing I didn’t want to mention
But I suppose I have to.Evil has another quality.It knows all about
disguise.It could be right beside you and you’d never guess
and it can sit tight,watching and waiting.And it never goes away.
Some things you never forget.And you shouldn’t.
And the beautiful Jewess was Hannah Arendt.
Some woman.
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Hold me.
(fast waltz)6/8
C
Put your arms around me
Am
Hold me
C
Tell no-one else
G7
I asked you to
Everything has turned to ashes
C
It has all come down to you
I was a fool
Am
I was a lover
C G7
I imagined she was too
I was wrong
I was too hopeful
C
Why is the sky still blue
F
The Gods, are they laughing
G7 C
A sudden breeze chills me through
G7
Betraying an old story
D7 G7
They say it's nothing new
C
I am leaving soon,
I'm happy
C7 F
It will be fine, I'm telling you
C
Tell no-one that you held me
G7 C
So close, so tender too
Put your arms around me
Am
Hold me G7
Pretend that lies are true
Make believe for just a moment
C
That you love me and I love you
C7 F
That the world's a place for lovers
G7 C
And you love me and I love you.
beatriceanddante 