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From melancholy to avant-garde and somewhat wicked [ July 25, 2002 ]
Coincidental Diamanda Galás' rendition of Gloomy Sunday and how Philip Pullman closes The Amber Spyglass, and my listening to "Spring Haze" by Tori Amos this morning. Sleep Angel An e-mail from someone by that name and I cannot help but think perhaps these days death comes like this. Obviously another effect of Philip Pullman's children's book. Just like in case of the child in our house who screams all the time like a harpy, and how harpies should be told nice stories instead, in order to stop their nasty behaviour: "Tell them stories. That's what we didn't know. All this time and we never knew! But they need the truth. That's what nourishes them. You must tell them true stories, and then everything will be well, everything. Just tell them true stories." Childhood memories As of children's book and telling stories, this piece at Harrumph! reminded me of another childhood song, about the itsy bitsy house with the itsy bitsy mother and her itsy bitsy girl, and I managed to put the lyrics together and sang to him. Speaking of effects, the singing was the effect of two glasses of wine. Pick me up As for the wine and the tall glass of Mojito the night before yesterday, I guess I need some time off, or else, someone to tell me a nice story, at least like "The Amber Spyglass", however melancholy its ending. |