Solzhenitsyn (and me) on Freedom and Equality

So many people seem blind to this. Perhaps,
deep down, they fear
that being equal they will not be free
yet still, astonishingly,
prefer (the thought of) being an item
in some sort of
ideal state of equality
to being oneself, a poet or prostitute,
painter or profiteer.

I say “the thought of” because, of course,
they wouldn’t enjoy the reality
any more than Solzhenitsyn and Mandelstam
and Anna Akhmatova and all the others,
like poor Marina Tsvetayeva, enjoyed the reality
of the equality
imposed upon them.

MARK KNOPFLER: Private Dancer

Sung by Tina Turner and danced here by Demi Moore:

Well, the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don’t look at their faces
And you don’t ask their names
You don’t think of them as human
You don’t think of them at all
You keep your mind on the money
Keeping your eyes on the wall

I’m your private dancer
A dancer for money
I’ll do what you want me to do
I’m your private dancer
A dancer for money
And any old music will do

I want to make a million dollars
I want to live out by the sea
Have a husband and some children
Yeah, I guess I want a family
All the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don’t look at their faces
And you don’t ask their names

I’m your private dancer
A dancer for money
I’ll do what you want me to do
I’m your private dancer
A dancer for money
And any old music will do
I’m your private dancer
A dancer for money
I’ll do what you want me to do
Just a private dancer
A dancer for money
And any old music will do

Deutschmarks or dollars
American Express will do nicely, thank you
Let me loosen up your collar
Tell me, do you want to see me do the shimmy again?

I’m your private dancer
A dancer for money
Do what you want me to do
Just a private dancer
A dancer for money
And any old music will do

All the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don’t look at their faces
And you don’t ask their names
You don’t think of them as human
You don’t think of them at all
You keep your mind on the money
Keeping your eyes on the wall

I’m your private dancer
A dancer for money
I’ll do what you want me to do
I’m your private dancer
A dancer for money
And any old music will do
I’m your private dancer
A dancer for money
I’ll do what you want me to do
I’m your private dancer
A dancer for money
And any old music will do

I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money
I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money
I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money
Just a private dancer, a dancer for money

And while we’re with Demi Moore, here’s something from her I’d like to share:

Lawrence Durrell on Art and Life

And by the way, if you are over forty and still haven’t read Durrell’s Alexandria Quartet – which, after reading all four books several times, I regard as the most comprehensive as well as most colourful work on Art and Life I have ever come across – don’t wait any longer.

If you are under thirty, better wait till you are grown up.