As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
— D.H. Lawrence
Rêverie (Daydream), Claude Debussy
They’re writing songs of love, but not for me.
A lucky star’s above, but not for me.
With love to lead the way
I’ve found more clouds of grey
than any Russian play could guarantee.
I was a fool to fall and get that way
Heigh-ho! Alas! And also, lack-a-day!
Although I can’t dismiss the memory of her kiss,
I guess she’s not for me.
Chet Baker playing the piano, Hollywood, 1954.
You said, ‘They’re harmless dreamers and they’re loved by the people.’ ‘What,’ I asked you, ‘is harmless about a dreamer, and what,’ I asked you, ‘is harmless about the love of the people? Revolution only needs good dreamers who remember their dreams.
— Tennessee Williams