Hold me/Thrill me/Kiss me/Kill me
I thought that was the best song title ever.
Then when Ryan Adams said
Come pick me up/Take me out/Fuck me up
Again I was taken by the contrast, – or what’s meant to be contrast – but anyone who’s ever loved anyone can tell you, those words and phrases aren’t contradictory. Those are synonyms. They’re parallel realities.
So today when I thought the phrase, “slow and agonizing love”, I felt at once exceedingly clever and shamefully obvious. A genius composing with crayon.
Ah, but then I think the truth is that all of these: love, death, happiness, destruction, genius, madness – exist in and around each other and the really substantial, life-altering moments happen when they blur and overlap.