Philosopher Friend (Here- I post this picture for your lady sorry my own mug is so bad, it is a strange time in the music and the instruments are very subtle and we philosophers in the background sing our songs and try to write them through the wonder half not heard in the silence of it all). You ask where ideas come from, that is a deep question and it must be the place where poems and words in general come from- or maybe it is something to do with the music after all... or as the ancients observed- it all is about the tragic loss of love (so says Bly) or all poems are about cosmology (says Ferlinghetti). I do not know myself but have of late suspected an origin, that same place where love does not keep any rules, no rigid bonds or necessarily broken symmetries... So we just flow with the ideas and the loving if we are lucky enough for dialog and finding someone with close enough to enjoy life deep in the living sharing the music. Nothing in the world can break that, perhaps not even if the world itself vanishes into the unknown. The PeSla
Hello ThePeSla
ReplyDeleteAh thank-you for the pic and kind words of friendship. The misses enjoyed it too.
When you go through the video again, and the young boy walks out of the ole ancient building See:Jarlshof That site looked similar?
It is symbolic for me of the boy waking up in familiar house surroundings to emerge from an ancient site. For me, over and over again it symbolizes the view of the birthing process of how ideas can emerge, and in that sense, the music, the boy, emerge from that building reminds of this.
The coordination of the music and video were very well choreographed.
Thank you again.
Best,
Thank you, most interesting connections there. Here in Wisconsin there is a great deal of the Norse influences as the region is similar to Norway.
ReplyDeleteTime has a nostalgia all of its own, I mean your pics of the farmhouse and family including hair styles seem so familiar, timeless really. I have to think about this more though. Words emerge and in a sense are indeed born- maybe to be lost at a distance the instant they are so to take on a life of their own... many thoughts here... a very good philosophic metaphor.
The PeSla