Hope and Cry

(Photo by Aliaksandr Veledzimovich)

Hope springs eternal. So they say. Obama, audacity, and all of that. We've gone through an election of hope. The French existentialist have a lot to say about it. Man's Fate. Man's Hope. Malraux got the titles. Camus' "The Myth of Sisyphus" speaks to it more directly.

I heard from Sasha a while back (of Kate and Sasha--The Ballad). He and Kate were finished. She was not seeing him any longer and he was contemplating moving to another country. He writes:

"I fall in love without answer. Waiting Kate and HOPE HOPE and CRY."

And later:

"So try to start new life in new city with Kate in my heart. The story never end she is only 18 and I hope and belive."

Hope and Cry. There's a title. As I sit here pondering all this, I keep wondering if Hope is born of Desire, or vice-versa? I will have to work this out.