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Post by rosabelbelieve on Jul 10, 2008 20:02:34 GMT
^ Really fascinating. This reminds me of the way codes and words are so central to the concept of Aerial, especially with the way the voices were first picked up by recording birdsong. The many goodbyes at the end of 'All The Love' are like attempts to break the vast silences between the living and the dead. And in The Dreaming, it really does seem to me that there is a theme of the contrast between the need for solitude and the need for love, the need for communication... the need for solitude presented in songs like Leave It Open and Get Out Of My House, and the need for love in songs like this. I find it interesting how this could be tied up even with immortality or eternity. To open yourself to love does simultaneously invite the possibility of intense grief, and loneliness. It binds you to a certain person in a temporal world, and yet also gives a promise of eternity. And eternity seems such a wraithlike and gloomy, failed thing without the presence of a loved one. Maybe that's not really connected to this, but it seems so to me, sort of. The feeling of regret and futility, the inability to reach out and make contact, are so strong in this song. But in Houdini there is a very powerful breakthrough. I actually think of it as one of kate's most moving love songs. And it's got a rather special meaning for me. Hmm. I'm not really sure what I wanted to say with this.
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Post by tannis on Jul 10, 2008 21:26:47 GMT
Yes, Jürgenson's birdsongs and electronic voice phenomenon are fascinating, and really do connect with spiritual and coded Aerial communication! ... To open yourself to love does simultaneously invite the possibility of intense grief, and loneliness. It binds you to a certain person in a temporal world, and yet also gives a promise of eternity. And eternity seems such a wraithlike and gloomy, failed thing without the presence of a loved one. Maybe that's not really connected to this, but it seems so to me, sort of. The feeling of regret and futility, the inability to reach out and make contact, are so strong in this song. And I agree, this really does seem to be at the heart of All The Love...
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Post by tannis on Sept 14, 2009 10:27:28 GMT
The first time I died Was in the arms of good friends of mine... The next time...
Epitaph Dorothy Parker, (1925)
The first time I died, I walked my ways; I followed the file of limping days.
I held me tall, with my head flung up, But I dared not look on the new moon's cup.
I dared not look on the sweet young rain, And between my ribs was a gleaming pain.
The next time I died, they laid me deep. They spoke worn words to hallow my sleep.
They tossed me petals, they wreathed me fern, They weighted me down with a marble urn.
And I lie here warm, and I lie here dry, And watch the worms slip by, slip by.
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