This song stole the air out of my lungs before it could be pushed out in exhale. That's what they call taking your breath away:
The black paper between a mirror breaks my heart
The moon frayed thru dark velvet lightly apart
Steal softly thru sunshine
Steal softly thru snow
The wild goose flies from winter
Breaks my heart that I can't go
Energy flys thru a field
'n the sun softly melts a nothing wheel
Steal softly thru sunshine
Steal softly thru snow
The black paper between a mirror breaks my heart that I can't go
The swan their feathers don't grow
They're spun
They live two hundred years of love
They're one
Breaks my heart to see them cross the sun
Grain grows rainbows up straw hill
Breaks my heart to see the highway cross the hill
Man lived a million years 'n still he kills
The black paper between a mirror
Breaks my heart that I can't go
Steal softly thru sunshine
Steal softly thru snow
-Captain Beefheart
I saw King Kong today. Yeah, you know, the Peter Jackson remake. I expected alot, and I got alot more. I was terrified of Kong and his jungle. I was scared for the men and women at his mercy. I wanted them to be ok. And then gradually, as the long, undeniably beautiful 3 hour movie unfolds (much like a long, undeniably beautiful 20 minute song) I grow to love King Kong with a tenderness that is real. And as I loved King Kong and grew to despise the now-menacing men who wanted to take Kong down, I realized that I desperately wanted Kong to be ok, and I wanted the men to die, or just go away and leave Kong alone at least, if lives could be spared. And finally I sat wrenched in anguish through the final scene, and I wanted to cry for the beast. I wanted to cry. I was not thinking of how embarrassed I should be for started up the waterworks as an almost-grown man, I was thinking of the entire concept and premise as a whole, and just how fucking sad it really was. It is no small loss to extinguish something of such magnificence. And that is man. I reflected upon all of the feelings I had felt during the course of the movie, and all of the thinking I had done, even during the action, and I realized yet again, this is what a movie should do. This is how you know how goddamn good a movie is. Feelings and reflection and question! This is not the Kong I remember. Sure, even the original was great, and a classic, but to evoke the kind of emotion that this movie has just done. Personally, I haven't seen much else in this echelon, save the higher calibre movies in the upper tier of greatness. I think this 7 dollars was well spent.
Finally, to end the night with Pelican. A sort of instru-metal art rock flavor of music that brings to mind great snowy peaks and monstrous marine life shadows in great storm-blown oceans, and all the glory and awe that is the larger side of mother nature.
I bid thee a good night.
And now to fix my collapsed closet.
-The Piece
