Just watched Drive today and while being an exceptional film with little dialogue, long silences, and punctuated by bursts of intense violence; it also features an awesome Synthpop soundtrack. That is if you’re so inclined to this type of music.
Makes me think of a poem I wrote
“Do you hate me?”
her voice rings across the silent night
tainted by vodka shaken with lemonade
An almond face and high cheekbones
her hand lightly gripping mine as
we cross ice sheathed roads
her high heels leaving stab wounds
in winters heart
“Should I hate you?”
Because you lead me along
flirting and teasing all the way
Because this is the only time
we talk when you need
a gentleman to hold your things
make sure you get home at night
No I don’t hate you
you’re too drunk on beauty
I would be lying if I didn’t say I wasn’t still bitter in someways about my whole Korean Adventure. I feel like I gave up too soon, like I bailed on a ship that could have taken me places. I’d still be over there learning more and more about the culture and the people. I could still hang out with all the people I suffered through training with. I milled around for months after, existing in a self made purgatory. No prospects for anything and feeling sorry for myself.
It taught me some grueling lessons being over there. Just being smart isn’t good enough, falling in love with an idea is a horrible thing, and just being forced to confront how weak I really am. I still don’t know if I have any answers or what exactly I should learn from these lessons. I just know it’s what I dealt with.
But then to consider the flip side of it all. I have a second interview with a company this Friday. I’ve met a lady and while we’re not exactly serious I can see us going places. If I was still over there none of this would be happening. And while the job prospects make me happy, maybe it’s sorry to say, finding a lady is much more exciting to me. Her laugh, her smile, her everything.
It seems then that my life is taking a major upswing. And maybe I’m jinxing it (knocking on wood to ward that off) but I’ve been thinking that for awhile. And it’s not that life won’t come and knock me around. It’s bound to happen. But at least for the time being I’m going someplace.
(my final meal in Korea wasn’t going to be Pringles and Water)
French electro-pop is a guilty pleasure of mine. Maybe it’s Colonial Legacy’s residual effects.