If shadows led the way
I think I live in a time several years behind the present. I feel as if I'm trailing behind a kite that I am flying in the wind . No matter how fast or far I run, I cannot catch up with the kite. I have tried running after the wind but I can never catch it.
When Mika was the rave in 2007, my only inkling of the British singer was that he was the rave at the time. Several days I ago, I found his song "Grace Kelly", which I love a lot - for its lyrics, its music, and his voice. But the song that struck me most was "Any Other World", a modern aria of sorts about being alone and being sad - almost like a contemporary version of John Keats' Ode on Melancholy.
Here's several lines from both the works, which I have put together in what I read as the moment of convergence between the two:
Cos it's all in the hands of a bitter, bitter man
Say goodbye to the world you thought you lived in
Take a bow, play the part of a lonely lonely heart
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
There's a fatalistic sense of hopeless sorrow and departure. And yet, within those dark shadows, the poet standing half in moonlight, half in nightshade shade, silver dusting of light, he stands - and cries. But he stands, bowing, crying.
Someone said to me that saying Goodbye is one of the hardest thing to do. You leave behind materiality for a future of wispy memories and haunting ghosts. Walk towards the light and you turn to see your shadow. Maybe it's time to face away from the light and head into darkness, shadows leading the way.
When Mika was the rave in 2007, my only inkling of the British singer was that he was the rave at the time. Several days I ago, I found his song "Grace Kelly", which I love a lot - for its lyrics, its music, and his voice. But the song that struck me most was "Any Other World", a modern aria of sorts about being alone and being sad - almost like a contemporary version of John Keats' Ode on Melancholy.
Here's several lines from both the works, which I have put together in what I read as the moment of convergence between the two:
Cos it's all in the hands of a bitter, bitter man
Say goodbye to the world you thought you lived in
Take a bow, play the part of a lonely lonely heart
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
There's a fatalistic sense of hopeless sorrow and departure. And yet, within those dark shadows, the poet standing half in moonlight, half in nightshade shade, silver dusting of light, he stands - and cries. But he stands, bowing, crying.
Someone said to me that saying Goodbye is one of the hardest thing to do. You leave behind materiality for a future of wispy memories and haunting ghosts. Walk towards the light and you turn to see your shadow. Maybe it's time to face away from the light and head into darkness, shadows leading the way.
