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<blockquote data-quote="Worm" data-source="post: 787667" data-attributes="member: 643">This is not a reference to Morrissey but I thought I'd share it because it made me think of &quot;The Hand That Rocks The Cradle&quot; and &quot;There Is A Light That Never Goes Out&quot; (which, in my private interpretation which I don't expect anyone else to agree with, is about his mother):O night without objects.&nbsp; O obtuse window outward, o carefully closed doors; arrangements from long ago, taken over, accredited, never quite understood.&nbsp; O stillness in the staircase, stillness from adjoining rooms, stillness up high against the ceiling.&nbsp; O mother: o you only one, who shut out all this stillness, long ago in childhood.&nbsp; Who take it upon yourself, saying: don't be afraid, it is I.&nbsp; Who has the courage all in the night yourself to be this stillness for that which is afraid and perishing with fear.&nbsp; You strike a light, and already the noise is you.&nbsp; And you hold the light before you and say: It is I; don't be afraid.&nbsp; And you put it down, slowly, and there is no doubt: it is you; you are the light around these familiar intimate things, that are there without afterthought, good, simple, unambiguous.&nbsp; And when there is restlessness somewhere in the wall, or a step on the floor: you only smile, smile, smile transparent against a light background into the fearful face that looks searchingly at you, as if you were the one and in the secret with every half-sound, in concert and in agreement with it.&nbsp; Does any power equal your power among the rulers of the earth?&nbsp; See, kings lie and stare, and the teller of tales cannot distract them.&nbsp; On the blissful breasts of their favorite mistress terror creeps over them and makes them shaky and lifeless.&nbsp; But you, you come and hold the monstrous thing behind you, and are in front of it altogether; not like a curtain it can throw open here or there.&nbsp; No, as if you had overtaken it at the call that needed you.&nbsp; As if you had come far ahead of anything that may yet happen, and had behind you only your hasting hither, your eternal path, the flight of your love.

-- Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge, Tr. M.D. Herter Norton.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Worm, post: 787667, member: 643"] This is not a reference [I]to[/I] Morrissey but I thought I'd share it because it made me think of "The Hand That Rocks The Cradle" and "There Is A Light That Never Goes Out" (which, in my private interpretation which I don't expect anyone else to agree with, is about his mother): [INDENT]O night without objects. O obtuse window outward, o carefully closed doors; arrangements from long ago, taken over, accredited, never quite understood. O stillness in the staircase, stillness from adjoining rooms, stillness up high against the ceiling. O mother: o you only one, who shut out all this stillness, long ago in childhood. Who take it upon yourself, saying: don't be afraid, it is I. Who has the courage all in the night yourself to be this stillness for that which is afraid and perishing with fear. You strike a light, and already the noise is you. And you hold the light before you and say: It is I; don't be afraid. And you put it down, slowly, and there is no doubt: it is you; you are the light around these familiar intimate things, that are there without afterthought, good, simple, unambiguous. And when there is restlessness somewhere in the wall, or a step on the floor: you only smile, smile, smile transparent against a light background into the fearful face that looks searchingly at you, as if you were the one and in the secret with every half-sound, in concert and in agreement with it. Does any power equal your power among the rulers of the earth? See, kings lie and stare, and the teller of tales cannot distract them. On the blissful breasts of their favorite mistress terror creeps over them and makes them shaky and lifeless. But you, you come and hold the monstrous thing behind you, and are in front of it altogether; not like a curtain it can throw open here or there. No, as if you had overtaken it at the call that needed you. As if you had come far ahead of anything that may yet happen, and had behind you only your hasting hither, your eternal path, the flight of your love. -- Rainer Maria Rilke, [I]The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge[/I], Tr. M.D. Herter Norton.[/INDENT] [/QUOTE]

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