Jóga

Björk

No one sings about the strange, obsessive quality of love like Björk (see “Violently Happy”). God, the ridiculous chaos of falling in love! When I first heard this song, I immediately equated it with kink, with that need to be pushed over an edge. The fear and the panic and sheer exhilaration of not knowing how long you’ll be able to stand it, but holding on as long as you can. How incredible it is to feel that with another person and know that and the end of it all you will not only be just fine, but you will better than you were before. It’s the trust fall. It’s letting someone push you over the cliff and catch and pull you back just in time.

You push me up to this:
State of emergency . . .
How beautiful to be! . . .
State of emergency . . .
Is where I want to be . . .

Tilda