Me, Myself & I (Kabukicho) by Philip LePage
Memory is such a strange thing. The things we forget... the things that remain. I left Sweden in the Summer of 2000. It was not the first drastic change in directions in my life. But, it was the first where I was fully aware that by leaving I was leaving an entire life and all the dreams and work that had gone into building it behind.
There is a poem I have never forgotten. I no longer remember how I was introduced to it or to the author, En Kärleksvisa by Gustaf Fröding. Odder still is that of all the poetry, novels, short stories I have devoured through the years this is the one that stays with me. It is not a comfortable poem... and what my connection to it might say about me is not a comfortable truth.
Jag köpte min kärlek för pengar,
för mig var ej annan att få,
sjung vackert, I skorrande strängar,
sjung vackert om kärlek ändå.
Den drömmen, som aldrig besannats,
som dröm var den vacker att få,
för den, som ur Eden förbannats,
är Eden ett Eden ändå.
A Love Song
I purchased my love for money,
there was nothing else I could get,
sing angelic, you rasping strings,
sing angelic of lovers yet.
That dream, that never came true,
that dream was angelic to get,
for him, who is banished from Eden,
is Eden an Eden yet.
This series of images began while I was living in Tokyo. There is a darkness to En Kärleksvisa but, there is also beauty. For those of us that live outside of traditional relationships, who, for whatever reason, can't seem to connect, love is still love. It may be "the dream, that never came true" but it is also the dream that gives life meaning. The project was cut short by my return to Canada and yet another drastic change in my life. But, it is something I have never stopped thinking about. I need to finish this.
Images of Images (Golden Gai) by Philip LePage