the restless word
Still no marvels and enchantments occurred. All winter there was nothing but the heavy pages of the Runebook turning, and the rain and the snow falling: and Ogion would come in from roaming the icy forests or from looking after his goats, and stamp the snow off his boots, and sit down in silence by the fire. And the mage's long, listening silence would fill the room, and fill Ged's mind, until sometimes it seemed he had forgotten what words sounded like: and when Ogion spoke at last it was as if he had, just then and there for the first time, invented speech. Yet the words he spoke were no great matters but had only to do with simple things, bread and water and weather and sheep.
- p. 28, A Wizard Of Earthsea, first in the Earthsea cycle, Ursula K Le Guin.
The way she uses 'and' for the rhythm and cadence of the sentence and omigod I never even saw the colons before, her amazing subtle lovely use of repetition, the skill of those comma placements for the lilt of the sentence. And gah, the sound development of bread and water and weather and sheep ... *sigh* ... reminds me of one of my favourite Dylan Thomas lines of salt and root and roe.
And now that I'm paying attention to Corgan and Elliott Smith lyrics, these loves are stepping to new levels.
wait rewind my life is mine so many travellers // carry past the word // flowers jake the sun afraid i'm blinkin' softly // wishin' on your name /// wonderin' who to blame next, low the // crawlin' towards the door, just the same // every time i start /// reachin' out to find you // loneliness abounds // pretty pretty star // only you remind me // that only love can blind // every time i start // emptiness confounds me // loneliness astounds me // pretty pretty star // it's me and you // in all i choose
- pretty pretty star, Billy Corgan, TheFutureEmbrace. the flowers jake line makes me giggle now because that's the one he got completely stuck at, couldn't remember the rest, got so humiliated about it, started the song twice, finally jokingly asked if anyone had the CD booklet and someone did and passed it up and I will always remember the image of Billy Corgan tilting his own CD booklet to the light, the curve of his bald head perfect and sinister and yet sweet as he squinted at the lyrics. Dude, with lyrics like that no wonder you can't remember them. *snort*
it's a chemical embrace that kicks you in the head // to a pure synthetic sympathy that infuriates you totally // and a quiet lie that makes you wanna scream and shout // so here i lay dreaming looking at the brilliant sun // raining its guiding light upon everyone // for a moment's rest you can lean against the bannister // after running upstairs again and again from wherever they came to fix you in // but always fear city's finest follow right behind // you've got a pretty vision in your head // a pencil full of poison lead // and a sickened smile illegal in every town
- everybody cares, everybody understands, Elliott Smith, xo. the metaphors, the metaphors, 'synthetic sympathy', the gorgeous twist of 'raining light', the pencil ... gah.
words, they climb all over you // til they uncover you from where you hide.
- love to be loved, Peter Gabriel, Us.
- p. 28, A Wizard Of Earthsea, first in the Earthsea cycle, Ursula K Le Guin.
The way she uses 'and' for the rhythm and cadence of the sentence and omigod I never even saw the colons before, her amazing subtle lovely use of repetition, the skill of those comma placements for the lilt of the sentence. And gah, the sound development of bread and water and weather and sheep ... *sigh* ... reminds me of one of my favourite Dylan Thomas lines of salt and root and roe.
And now that I'm paying attention to Corgan and Elliott Smith lyrics, these loves are stepping to new levels.
wait rewind my life is mine so many travellers // carry past the word // flowers jake the sun afraid i'm blinkin' softly // wishin' on your name /// wonderin' who to blame next, low the // crawlin' towards the door, just the same // every time i start /// reachin' out to find you // loneliness abounds // pretty pretty star // only you remind me // that only love can blind // every time i start // emptiness confounds me // loneliness astounds me // pretty pretty star // it's me and you // in all i choose
- pretty pretty star, Billy Corgan, TheFutureEmbrace. the flowers jake line makes me giggle now because that's the one he got completely stuck at, couldn't remember the rest, got so humiliated about it, started the song twice, finally jokingly asked if anyone had the CD booklet and someone did and passed it up and I will always remember the image of Billy Corgan tilting his own CD booklet to the light, the curve of his bald head perfect and sinister and yet sweet as he squinted at the lyrics. Dude, with lyrics like that no wonder you can't remember them. *snort*
it's a chemical embrace that kicks you in the head // to a pure synthetic sympathy that infuriates you totally // and a quiet lie that makes you wanna scream and shout // so here i lay dreaming looking at the brilliant sun // raining its guiding light upon everyone // for a moment's rest you can lean against the bannister // after running upstairs again and again from wherever they came to fix you in // but always fear city's finest follow right behind // you've got a pretty vision in your head // a pencil full of poison lead // and a sickened smile illegal in every town
- everybody cares, everybody understands, Elliott Smith, xo. the metaphors, the metaphors, 'synthetic sympathy', the gorgeous twist of 'raining light', the pencil ... gah.
words, they climb all over you // til they uncover you from where you hide.
- love to be loved, Peter Gabriel, Us.