Preliminary Thoughts to a Desert full of Drafts
|View of Great Portland Street, London.|
Away to The Sublime
F-Oldin Money by The Fall.
So, to recap, I won't believe you if you feign disinterest..
Both family and music reveal traces of the sublime. Our nearest and dearest show us daily, through outpourings of love, that the fruit and tokens we win in mercantile life ain't really worth diddly squat. At least, not in comparison to the feelings that they induce. We know that their warm, unconditional loving selves, who we won and created freely through fair and square means, don't really give a fig about more dosh; nor do they weep aloud for bigger digs with better friggin' postcodes. But the warming winds of futures to come remind us, subtly, not to forgo work and the attainment of property. We need to provide the grounds for comfort-filled companionship with our respective women, in our doddling dotage.
But let it not be mistaken that these material gains will rival the finer feelings we have conjured up and are forever written in our hearts. Those feelings which emerged when love sprang up, unawares, on our respective horizons. Look at how unimportant brick and gold back were when those mysteries began to be spun? Mysteries that lead to Evan, Emily, to Will and Imogen. Mysteries that made us willingly fall to our knees in lust-tinged obeisance....
Nobody will quantify the act of falling in love. Modern mathematicians will try, but I doubt they will complete it. Godel's incompleteness theorem will explain away their twaddle, anyway. But they will try. And just like World Currencies file claims into the lives we have forged, Worldly Ways will never fully possess the essence of our Mutual Loves. There is, of course, no choice but to follow worldly rules, and we must pay, come what may, but the source of our fortune will forever be free. Our genesis made it that way.
And we will do anything not to let them go.
Your 'Lissa; my Hiro' - two ladies who make me believe, in small moments, that a God-Force exists; and that Ascension is not solely accessible to the likes of Leonard Cohen. While Work attempts to convince us that it is out of reach, Her unknowing movements show and evince a Diviner, Sublimer Truth. We wrap ourselves into Her arms and allow Her sublime essence to overcome us. We disprove Work's dictum that to slow down is wrong; we know that His words are mere evocations, of aggressivity. .
Tune In To The Light Side of the Moon
Their arms, their scent; their movements - they show us the Light Side of the Moon. You used to talk of the merits of the Dark Side of the Moon, and there was always something in that, but even that title was misleading - Pink Floyd were purveyors of light, even when inferior Gilmore took them to larger caverns than Sid cared to reach. Through music, they attempted to reach the sublime - and connect with emotions physical love cannot reach. Perhaps to a state that Black Francis once termed, clumsily but accurately, as the eargasm.
Love of Women; Love of Music: It is no surprise that for the latter, such feelings are freely felt in childhood; back in teenage years when we have time to slow down, and appreciate art in full. Our Women never liked us to rush the worship of their fine selves; neither should true appreciation of music be rushed, when played, or when enjoyed. Contemplation must occur before any form of meaningful penetration, if you will..
|The Half Moon, Bish St.|
And you, of course, know this - for I saw the smoke of bygone years rise when we talked about music in the back of that Half Moon. The mere fact that you waited that extra hour: to retrieve treasured feelings from a past that hasn't quite evaporated yet. And never will. Searching for a subjective slice of musical sublime - you didn't need to wait for Moon Unit to open up at the Half Moon.
Nor purchase that Prime Slab of Blue Vinyl Tap.
But you did.