Yes, Adena, I agree, there are similarities between Aerial, The Big Sky and Top Of The City. And the theme of 'reaching for something above' is very prominent in KaTe's work: e.g. Kite, In Search Of Peter Pan, Night Of The Swallow, Reaching Out, Rocket's Tail, Constellation Of The Heart, Aerial. It's like KaTe is driven to explore, expand and elevate the self... Ooh find me the man with the ladder And he might lift me up to the stars...
I look at eye level, it isn't good enough. And then I find it out when I take a good look up. There's a hole in the sky with a big eyeball Calling me: "Come up and be a kite..."
When I am a man I will be an astronaut, And find Peter Pan. Second star on the right, Straight on 'til morning.
Give me a break! Ooh, let me fly! Give me something to show For my miserable life! Something to take! Would you break even my wings, Like a swallow?
Reaching out for the hand. Reaching out for the hand that smacked. Reaching out for that hand to hold. Reaching out for the Star. Reaching out for the Star that explodes. Reaching out for Mama.
"Hey, wish that was me up there-- It's the biggest rocket I could find, And it's holding the night in its arms If only for a moment. I can't see the look in its eyes, But I'm sure it must be laughing."
What kind of language is this? What kind of language is this? I can’t hear a word you’re saying Tell me how you're singing In the sun. . . All of the birds are laughing All of the birds are laughing Come on let’s all join in Come on let’s all join in
Kate Bush: "I think that as a very young child, perhaps I aspired to becoming something like a great actress." The Tony Myatt interview (1985)
There's something menacing, deathly, otherworldly about the Aerial laughter. Like the spirits of the dead are laughing. Don't Look Now...
"You're sad. You're so sad and there's no need to be... She wants you to know... I've seen her... and she wants you to know that she's happy. I've seen your little girl, sitting between you and your husband... And she was laughing. Yes. O yes, she's with you. She's with you, my dear! And she's laughing..." ~ Don't Look Now (Roeg, 1973)
All of the birds are laughing All of the birds are laughing Come on let’s all join in Come on let’s all join in...
In sorrow she can lure you where she wants you Inside your own self-pity there you swim In sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you And only with your laughter can you win Can you win, can you win
You win the lasting laurels with your laughter It reaches like an arm before you sink To win the solitary truth you're after You dare not ask the priestess how to think How to think, how to think
AERIAL RAPTURE: The night is nearly over; the day is almost here.
The chorus: Look at the light, all the time it’s a changing Look at the light, climbing up the aerial Bright, white coming alive jumping off of the aerial All the time it’s a changing, like now... All the time it’s a changing, like then again... All the time it’s a changing And all the dreamers are waking
Romans 13:8 Let no debt remain outstanding, except the continuing debt to love one another, for he who loves his fellowman has fulfilled the law. 9 The commandments, "Do not commit adultery," "Do not murder," "Do not steal," "Do not covet," and whatever other commandment there may be, are summed up in this one rule: "Love your neighbor as yourself." 10 Love does no harm to its neighbor. Therefore love is the fulfillment of the law. 11 And do this, understanding the present time. The hour has come for you to wake up from your slumber, because our salvation is nearer now than when we first believed. 12 The night is nearly over; the day is almost here. So let us put aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light. 13 Let us behave decently, as in the daytime, not in orgies and drunkenness, not in sexual immorality and debauchery, not in dissension and jealousy. 14 Rather, clothe yourselves with the Lord Jesus Christ, and do not think about how to gratify the desires of the sinful nature. GOD'S WAKE UP CALL! GOD'S REVEILLE! www.middletownbiblechurch.org/romans/romans13.htm
The dawn has come And the wine will run And the song must be sung And the flowers are melting In the sun
Rabindranath Tagore: "Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come."
Luke 1:76 And you, child, will be named the prophet of the Most High: you will go before the face of the Lord, to make ready his ways; 1:77 To give knowledge of salvation to his people, through the forgiveness of sins, 1:78 Because of the loving mercies of our God, by which the dawn from heaven has come to us, 1:79 To give light to those in dark places, and in the shade of death, so that our feet may be guided into the way of peace. 1:80 And the child became tall, and strong in spirit; and he was living in the waste land till the day when he came before the eyes of Israel. www.searchgodsword.org/com/bcc/view.cgi?book=lu&chapter=001
Matthew 9:17 Neither do men pour new wine into old wineskins. If they do, the skins will burst, the wine will run out and the wineskins will be ruined. No, they pour new wine into new wineskins, and both are preserved. Luke 5:37 And no one pours new wine into old wineskins. If he does, the new wine will burst the skins, the wine will run out and the wineskins will be ruined. www.searchgodsword.org/com/bcc/view.cgi?book=lu&chapter=005
In Jesus’ day, new wine would be poured into fresh animal skins, rather than bottles. As this new wine matured and fermented, the gases would cause the wineskin to expand. These fresh skins had the necessary elasticity to absorb this type of expansion. If the new wine was poured into old wineskins that had already been stretched out and hardened, the skin would actually burst when the fermented wine began to expand. Both the wine and the old wineskin would be ruined. Through these parables, Jesus was pointing out that the Pharisees had become rigid like old wineskins. They could not accept faith in Jesus that would not be contained or limited by man-made ideas or rules. The strict adherence to Jewish laws and rituals had little to do with actual worship and were incompatible with the love and grace Jesus offered. This new kind of relationship with God demanded a new way of doing things. Trying to combine the two ways was not going to work. The Pharisees and their followers focused on traditions and rituals and missed the significance of the one who stood before them. They lectured and condemned Jesus when they should have been listening and obeying Him. Our hearts, like the old wineskins, can become rigid and hard to the point of preventing us from accepting the new life that Christ offers. We, too, must be careful that our hearts do not become so rigid that they prevent us from accepting the new way of thinking that Jesus brings. We need to keep our hearts soft and pliable so we can continuously accept Jesus’ life-changing message.
Isaiah 26 A Song of Praise 1 In that day this song will be sung in the land of Judah: We have a strong city; God makes salvation its walls and ramparts. 2 Open the gates that the righteous nation may enter, the nation that keeps faith. 3 You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in you. 4 Trust in the LORD forever, for the LORD, the LORD, is the Rock eternal. 5 He humbles those who dwell on high, he lays the lofty city low; he levels it to the ground and casts it down to the dust. 6 Feet trample it down— the feet of the oppressed, the footsteps of the poor. 7 The path of the righteous is level; O upright One, you make the way of the righteous smooth. 8 Yes, LORD, walking in the way of your laws, we wait for you; your name and renown are the desire of our hearts. 9 My soul yearns for you in the night; in the morning my spirit longs for you. When your judgments come upon the earth, the people of the world learn righteousness. 10 Though grace is shown to the wicked, they do not learn righteousness; even in a land of uprightness they go on doing evil and regard not the majesty of the LORD. 11 O LORD, your hand is lifted high, but they do not see it. Let them see your zeal for your people and be put to shame; let the fire reserved for your enemies consume them. 12 LORD, you establish peace for us; all that we have accomplished you have done for us. 13 O LORD, our God, other lords besides you have ruled over us, but your name alone do we honor. 14 They are now dead, they live no more; those departed spirits do not rise. You punished them and brought them to ruin; you wiped out all memory of them. 15 You have enlarged the nation, O LORD; you have enlarged the nation. You have gained glory for yourself; you have extended all the borders of the land. 16 LORD, they came to you in their distress; when you disciplined them, they could barely whisper a prayer. 17 As a woman with child and about to give birth writhes and cries out in her pain, so were we in your presence, O LORD. 18 We were with child, we writhed in pain, but we gave birth to wind. We have not brought salvation to the earth; we have not given birth to people of the world. 19 But your dead will live; their bodies will rise. You who dwell in the dust, wake up and shout for joy. Your dew is like the dew of the morning; the earth will give birth to her dead. 20 Go, my people, enter your rooms and shut the doors behind you; hide yourselves for a little while until his wrath has passed by. 21 See, the LORD is coming out of his dwelling to punish the people of the earth for their sins. The earth will disclose the blood shed upon her; she will conceal her slain no longer.
Song of Solomon 2: 10 My lover spoke and said to me, "Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come with me. 11 See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. 12 Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land.
James 1:9 The brother in humble circumstances ought to take pride in his high position. 10 But the one who is rich should take pride in his low position, because he will pass away like a wild flower. 11 For the sun rises with scorching heat and withers the plant; its blossom falls and its beauty is destroyed. In the same way, the rich man will fade away even while he goes about his business.
The Rider on the White Horse Revelation 19:11 I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. With justice he judges and makes war. 12 His eyes are like blazing fire, and on his head are many crowns. He has a name written on him that no one knows but he himself. 13 He is dressed in a robe dipped in blood, and his name is the Word of God. 14 The armies of heaven were following him, riding on white horses and dressed in fine linen, white and clean. 15 Out of his mouth comes a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations. "He will rule them with an iron scepter." He treads the winepress of the fury of the wrath of God Almighty. 16 On his robe and on his thigh he has this name written: KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS. 17 And I saw an angel standing in the sun, who cried in a loud voice to all the birds flying in midair, "Come, gather together for the great supper of God, 18 so that you may eat the flesh of kings, generals, and mighty men, of horses and their riders, and the flesh of all people, free and slave, small and great." 19 Then I saw the beast and the kings of the earth and their armies gathered together to make war against the rider on the horse and his army. 20 But the beast was captured, and with him the false prophet who had performed the miraculous signs on his behalf. With these signs he had deluded those who had received the mark of the beast and worshiped his image. The two of them were thrown alive into the fiery lake of burning sulfur. 21 The rest of them were killed with the sword that came out of the mouth of the rider on the horse, and all the birds gorged themselves on their flesh. www3.telus.net/thegoodnews/whitehorse.htm
I feel I want to be up on the roof I feel I gotta get up on the roof Up, up on the roof Up, up on the roof
Luke 17:20 Once, having been asked by the Pharisees when the kingdom of God would come, Jesus replied, "The kingdom of God does not come with your careful observation, 21 nor will people say, 'Here it is,' or 'There it is,' because the kingdom of God is within you." 22 Then he said to his disciples, "The time is coming when you will long to see one of the days of the Son of Man, but you will not see it. 23 Men will tell you, 'There he is!' or 'Here he is!' Do not go running off after them. 24 For the Son of Man in his day will be like the lightning, which flashes and lights up the sky from one end to the other. 25 But first he must suffer many things and be rejected by this generation. 26 "Just as it was in the days of Noah, so also will it be in the days of the Son of Man. 27 People were eating, drinking, marrying and being given in marriage up to the day Noah entered the ark. Then the flood came and destroyed them all. 28 "It was the same in the days of Lot. People were eating and drinking, buying and selling, planting and building. 29 But the day Lot left Sodom, fire and sulfur rained down from heaven and destroyed them all. 30 "It will be just like this on the day the Son of Man is revealed. 31 On that day no one who is on the roof of his house, with his goods inside, should go down to get them. Likewise, no one in the field should go back for anything. 32 Remember Lot's wife! 33 Whoever tries to keep his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life will preserve it. 34 I tell you, on that night two people will be in one bed; one will be taken and the other left. 35 Two women will be grinding grain together; one will be taken and the other left." 37 "Where, Lord?" they asked. He replied, "Where there is a dead body, there the vultures will gather."
This cloud, this cloud Says "Noah, C'mon and build me an Ark" And if you're coming, jump 'Cause We're leaving with the Big Sky We're leaving with the Big Sky...
Though we can't be sure that Jesus is speaking of the Rapture in 17:34-35, it seems that one group are taken away to be saved, and other are left to experience terrible destruction and punishment. There won't be time to get right with God. This separation will take place instantly, without warning. We must be ready now for the coming of the Son of Man. www.jesuswalk.com/lessons/17_26-37.htm
What kind of language is this? What kind of language is this? I can’t hear a word you’re saying Tell me how you are singing In the sun...
Acts 2:1 When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place. 2 Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting. 3 They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. 4 All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit enabled them.
Have you ever seen a picture Of Jesus laughing? Mmm, do you think He had a beautiful smile? A smile that healed
1 Corinthians 13:1 If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3 If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing. 4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. 8 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10 but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. 11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. 12 Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. 13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
The fine purple The purest gold The red of the Sacred Heart The grey of a ghost The "L" of the lips are open To the "O" of the Host The "V" of the velvet The "E" of my eye The eye in wonder The eye that sees The "I" that loves you
The dawn has come And the wine will run And the song must be sung And the flowers are melting In the sun
Rabindranath Tagore: "Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come."
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.
The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.
The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by.
I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.
The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the floor; but the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house.
I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.
If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it. I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil and its head bent low with patience.
The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky.
Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds' nests, and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.
Things throng and laugh loud in the sky; the sands and dust dance and whirl like children. Man's mind is aroused by their shouts; his thoughts long to be the playmates of things. Our dreams, drifting in the stream of the vague, stretch their arms to clutch the earth, - their efforts stiffen into bricks and stones, and thus the city of man is built. Voices come swarming from the past, - seeking answers from the living moments. Beats of their wings fill the air with tremulous shadows, and sleepless thoughts in our minds leave their nests to take flight across the desert of dimness, in the passionate thirst for forms. They are lampless pilgrims seeking the shore of light, to find themselves in things. They will be lured into poets's rhymes, they will be housed in the towers of the town not yet planned, they have their call to arms from the battle fields of the future, they are bidden to join hands in the strife of peace yet to come.
Kate Bush - Aerial, or They're Coming to Take Kate Away! www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5_6DFBCK0c Kate Bush once said that the first recording she bought was Napoleon XIV's "They Coming to Take Me Away" (aka, "The Funny Farm"). When I read that, it made so much sense! Of course that would have been Kate Bush's first record purchase :-) She's always been a "mad" genius, so would anything else do?
I: So you liked the singles. Were there like any that you can remember that you still have now? KB: Well one of the first records I ever bought was called They're Coming To Take Me Away, Hah Hah by Napoleon the 14th. I thought that was great! I thought it was really interesting. I suppose it was one of the first rap records really. [Laughs] MTV, Unedited, November 1985 gaffa.org/reaching/iv85_m1.html
All of the birds are laughing All of the birds are laughing Come on let’s all join in Come on let’s all join in
The birds are laughing...
The laughter, once begun, wouldn't stop. It went on for hours. I went back home to my children and my lover and my career and threw out all my clothes that couldn't be dyed orange, and dyed all the clothes that could be dyed, and became a sannyasin. And kept on laughing. Even when, especially when, the pain of growth is sharpest and the walls of everything I know are crumbling around me. The part of me that witnesses the rollercoaster ride that being a sannyasin means knows how funny all my despairs are, knows that none of it is real, knows that the world is an absurdly funny play, a hilarious game. The laughter waits to come out, it's always there - bubbling, looking for an opportunity to escape, to be released.
And the comedy around Bhagwan*, whether it's the jokes he tells during the morning lectures and the evening darshans, or the absurdity of the life that flows around him, or the frivolity of his sannyasins and their irreverent attitudes, even when they're engaged in 'serious' pursuits - meditating, working, loving, raising children, raising consciousness, raising hell - provides ample opportunity for the laughter to be expressed.
Life is unendingly funny. Do you see it; do you feel it? I suffer, therefore I am. I laugh, therefore I am not. When 'you' are not, when the ego dies, only laughter is. Existence is one big belly-laugh, a beautiful joke. The birds are laughing, the trees are laughing, the stars are laughing, the Buddhas, the Christs and the Bhagwans are laughing. Only we sit, locked inside our conditioning, with unsmiling faces.
'What was your original face, before your mother and father were born?' the Zen masters ask. I don't know, but I suspect it's the face of laughter. A formless form. An energy exploding upon itself, benignly content with its own meaningless absurdity. (p.24)
If only we could learn to laugh at ourselves. Maybe that is all the Buddhas of the world have ever tried to teach us. To laugh our way, to dance our way, sing our way to God. (p.33)
* Bhagwan lived in Bombay until March, 1974, when he moved to Poona and Shree Rajneesh Ashram was founded.
Death Comes Dancing: Celebrating Life with Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh by Ma Satya Bharti, 1981
We tire of the city We tire of it all We long for just that something more
Tagore was disgusted in the materialistic, monotonous, mechanical and hurly-burly life at the big and crowded city like Calcutta. He got a call from Nature. Hence, he established an Ashram School and led ashram life in Shantiniketan. In Nature he saw manifestation of God. The chirping of birds, the flying of kite, cooing sound of cuckoo, murmuring sound of the brook enthralled and enchanted his heart. Everyday he would rush to the roof to greet the rising sun. The sight of golden reflection glistening on the morning dew drops filled his heart with deepest joy. His heart and soul yearned to be united with the Nature. His heart was filled with divine ecstasy in the lap of Mother Nature. Nature was paradise for him. New Educational Philosophy, by Bhagirathi Sahu, 2002, p.194
I feel I wanna be up on the roof I wanna be up, up on the roof Up, high, high on the roof I feel I gotta be up on the roof I feel I wanna be up on the roof Up, up, high on the roof High, high on the roof In the sun...
In the middle of the night, while lying beneath the stars on the roof of his house in Shantiniketan, [Tagore] had a strange experience. 'My mind took wing. Fly! Fly - I felt an anguish. . . . There was a call to go somewhere and a premonition of death, together with intense emotion - this feeling of restlessness I expressed in writing Dak Ghar [The Post Office].' Soon afterwards, Tagore's worldwide odyssey began. Rabindranath Tagore: An Anthology, by Rabindranath Tagore, Krishna Dutta, Andrew Robinson, 1999, p.21
In a prayer session at the temple of Santiniketan, Tagore says in the midst of his lecture entitled Shona (Listening): "Last night, while standing on the roof under the starlit sky, my self fully realized that a delightful veena is being played all along. This is neither poetical imagination, nor a rhetorical utterance - music is resounding day and night, overflowing space and time." The Visible and the Invisible in the Interplay Between Philosophy, Literature, and Reality, by Anna-Teresa Tymieniecka, 2002, p. 312
Recent studies of bird song have suggested that some aspects of song may convey reliable information about a bird’s aggressive intentions. There is evidence that song-type matching is associated with more aggressive behavior and that it is stabilized by receiver retaliation: playing back matching song types to territorial owners causes them to approach the playback speaker faster and more closely than in response to other song types.
Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree, Merry, merry KING OF THE BUSH is he, Laugh, Kookaburra, Laugh, Kookaburra, Gay your life must be.
Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree Eating all the gumdrops he can see Stop, Kookaburra, Stop, Kookaburra Leave some there for me.
Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree, Counting all the monkeys he can see Stop, Kookaburra, Stop, Kookaburra, That's no monkey, that's me.
It may be fairly drab, but you won't think the laughing kookaburra is ordinary after it opens its beak! The laughing kookaburra is known as the “bushman’s alarm clock” because it has a very loud call. It can be heard at any time of day but most frequently shortly after dawn and especially when the colour drains from the forest after sunset.
Oh the dawn has come And the wine will run And the song must be sung And the flowers are melting In the sun
One bird starts with a low, hiccupping chuckle, then throws its head back in raucous laughter: often several others join in. If a rival tribe is within earshot and replies, the whole family soon gathers to fill the bush with ringing laughter.
All of the birds are laughing All of the birds are laughing Come on let’s all join in Come on let’s all join in
The song is a way the birds advertise their territory. These birds are native to woodlands and open forests in Australia, where they perch in large trees and nest in cavities of tree trunks and branches. They keep the same territory year-round, and family groups gather together to announce the boundaries with their distinctive calls. Laughing kookaburras also have different, shorter calls used for finding others, courtship, raising an alarm, showing aggression, and begging for food.
I will not let you in! Don't you bring back the reveries. I turn into a bird, Carry further than the word is heard.
On The Dreaming Kate screamed "Get out of my House!" and "Hee-hawed" like a mule, showing aggressiveness and fight for a territory. On Aerial Kate sings like a blackbird and laughs like a drain. So could this "kookybushy" display also show aggressiveness and fight for a territory?
Philippe Badhorn: The record ends on a dialogue between you laughing and the singing of a bird. Is laughter also a language? Kate Bush: Yes, of course. I don’t know where exactly is the connection between human language and the birds’, maybe there. When someone laughs, the shape of the sound is similar to their singing. And laughter, originally not only does show amusement but also aggressiveness and fight for a territory. Rolling Stone (France), Interview by Philippe Badhorn, February 2006 www.gaffaweb.org/reaching/iv06_rollingstone_france.html
From an evolutionary perspective, laughter has arisen from aggressive gestures found in early humans. The ethologist Konrad Lorenz sees laughter as a controlled form of aggression, and many theorists have been ready with suggestions as to how the physical behavior of laughing shows that laughter evolved from aggressive gestures and still retains this hostile character. In The Secret of Laughter, Anthony Ludovici gives an evolutionary version of Hobbes's theory of "sudden glory"; all laughter, he says, is an expression of a person's feeling of "superior adaptation" to some specific situation, or to his environment in general. Laughter takes the physical form it does, the baring of teeth, because originally laughter was a physical challenge or threat to an enemy. In laughter, Ludovici says, it is our way of telling the enemy that we are strong and better adapted to the situation than he is. We still feel threatened when someone laughs at us, much as when an animal bares its teeth at us, because the laugher is putting himself in the position of an enemy challenging our position. Another attempt to trace the evolution of laughter from hostile physical gestures is Albert Rapp's The Origins of Wit and Humor. All laughter, according to Rapp, has developed from one primitive behavior, "the roar of triumph in an ancient jungle duel." This vocalization of triumph was probably so early in human development, he says, that it came before there was language. And not only would the individual combatant who was victorious laugh in triumph, but if his kin were standing on the sidelines, they would join in the laughter too. In this way, Rapp suggests, citing Donald Hayworth, laughter may have come to serve as "a vocal signal to other members of the group that they might relax with safety." The next step in the evolution of modern laughter was the development of ridicule. Originally people laughed at the black eye and the broken arm of the defeated combatant, but later they came to laugh outside of combat situations at any mark of injury or even deformity because these suggested that the person had been defeated in combat, or perhaps, in the case of deformity, that he would be. In this way we came to laugh at those who had not attacked us, but who had suffered some misfortune, or who were deformed in some way. Even in Voltaire's day it was common for the rich to amuse themselves by taking a coach to an insane asylum to taunt the inmates. The final achievement in the development of ridicule into its various modern forms in humor is laughter at oneself. The feeling of superiority is still present when you laugh at yourself, Rapp says; what you are ridiculing is a "picture of yourself in a certain predicament." In laughing at yourself, the part of you that is laughing has dissociated itself from the part of you that is being laughed at. from Taking Laughter Seriously (Morreall, 1983).
"Aerial view of East Wickham Farm. (1) house. (2) swimming pool. (3) orange Volkswagen Kate used to drive. (4) out buildings. (5) enclosed back garden. (6) front garden and trees." (Kate Bush: Princess of Suburbia, Vermorel & Vermorel, London: Target Books, 1980, p.7)
"I knew her by her angry air, Her bright black eyes, her bright black hair, Her rapid laughters wild and shrill, As laughters of the woodpecker..." (Tennyson, "Kate") (The Secret History of Kate Bush & the Strange Art of Pop, Fred Vermorel, London: Omnibus, 1983, p.23)
The Aerial image might suggest the harmony of the spheres or music of the spheres, a Pythagorean concept, harmony having cosmic significance for the Pythagoreans. It seemed to them, as to others, that the heavenly bodies (the spheres) must, like other large bodies moving at speed, produce a sound as they whirl through space, and that since the bodies move at different speeds they must each produce different (but harmonious) notes. Plato's version of this idea, expounded in the Myth of Er (Republic, book 10), is that on each of the eight concentric circles in which the bodies rotate stands a Siren uttering a note of constant pitch, the eight notes together making up a scale. Because the sound is with us constantly from birth and there is no contrasting silence we are unaware of it.
While only fragments of the teachings of the Pythagoreans survive, we do know that they taught that the universe was essentially an organic whole which they called the "Cosmos." The Pythagoreans also taught that the underlying structure of the Cosmos was mathematical in nature and that the principles of the musical octave constituted the key to understanding this mathematical structure. Pythagoras and his successors, like most people in the world until the 17th Century A.D., believed in an Earth-centered universe. In the 4th Century B. C., the philosopher Plato, a Pythagorean initiate, defined the basic structure of this Cosmos as a system of eight concentric shells with the Earth placed at the center of the shells. The outermost shell, a dodecahedron, was the realm of the fixed stars. Each of the other seven shells was considered to be a sphere associated with three things: 1) a note from the Ionian Greek musical scale (known as the Lydian scale in the 6th Century B.C.), 2) a planetary body which moved around the Earth in a circular orbit, and 3) a particular Muse (one of nine Greek goddesses who preside over the arts and sciences). The entire system was called the "Harmony of the Spheres." In all, this cosmic system had nine levels counting the earth as the first level. The outermost level was the realm of the fixed stars which did not orbit the earth. No musical note was associated with the realm of the fixed stars.
Gurdjieff taught that there was a fundamental dynamic process whereby both the Cosmos (the macro-level) and individual lives (the micro-level) of people here on Earth were in a continuous state of transformation. The so-called "Absolute" was the fundamental source of all creation. Emanating from the Absolute, the process of cosmic creation evolves according to an ordered sequence of increasing complexity and density. This process follows a law involving the seven note Greek musical scale known on the macro level as the "Ray of Creation." The universe as a whole comprises many such emanations from the Absolute. Unlike the Pythagorean model, Gurdjieff's scheme involved a relatively modern, sun centered view of the astronomical structure of the Cosmos. A diagram representing Gurdjieff's "Ray of Creation" for the planet Earth is depicted in the table shown below. This Gurdjieff teaching is almost certainly a slightly updated form of the basic teachings of the Ionian Greek Philosopher Pythagoras of Samos (569-475 B.C.) and his followers in the Pythagorean School. alchemy1961.tripod.com/p__d__ouspensky.htm
Earlier today I was looking at an article on The Ripple Effect, a conspiracy documentary on the 7/7 bombings. This led me to a 911 conspiracy documentary, The Great Illusion. And imagine my surprise when The Great Illusion Part 2 used this image at 1:13. Isn't it like the photographic image used in the Aerial booklet...
The dawn has come And the wine will run And the song must be sung And the flowers are melting In the sun...
THE DAWN HAS COME By Ernest Shurtleff Holmes (1926)
Out of the darkness of the long night the Dawn has come. I rise to meet the new day, filled with confidence and strength. I arise and go forth into the dawn, inspired and refreshed by the Living Spirit with me. O Day, you shall never die; the sun shall never set upon your perfect glory. For the Lamp of the Soul has been re-kindled with the oil of Faith, And Love has cleansed the windows of Life with the spirit of gladness. They shall nevermore grow dim with fear, for Perfect Love casteth out all fear. I am renewed in strength through knowing Good.
My light has come.
THE MIST-ELVES. Horace W. Stokes (1906)
The clear and softly glinting beams Of moonlight pour in waving streams To mingle with the mists that glide Along the plains in rolling tide, And form a sea of filmy light With soundless waves of eerie white.
It flows among the sleeping hills, And slowly rolling onward fills The hollow vales. From secret dell Or fern, or honeysuckle's cell The Mist-elves gather. Round and round They dance. The low melodious sound Of droning insects spurs them on. But when the fiery-throated sun Breathes forth a glow that rises high Above the hills, and sears the sky With flaming wounds, they soar away Into the golden light of day ; Transmit the music of the spheres To Nature's myriad listening ears. The flowers ; melt in tender rain. And with it float to earth again.
THE AERIAL CITY Afanasy Shenshin-Foeth (1820-1892)
At daybreak there spread through the heavens Pale clouds like a turreted town: The cupolas golden, fantastic, White roofs and white walls shining down.
This citadel is my white city, My city familiar and dear, Above the dark earth as it slumbers, Upon the pink sky builded clear.
And all that aerial city Sails northward, sails softly, sails high; And there on the height, some one beckons, But proffers no pinions to fly.