Once upon an aft'noon dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a...
I could not find the word to finish that verse. What came was not a tapping.
What did happen, however: I was at work, with little to do, so I decided to read blogs. I could not find some that I usually read at home, so I followed links from those I did find. Among the links I followed, one blog I had not visited in a long time. But it was confusing, boring; the author seems to try to emulate another author, and it bothers me - he fails.
So maybe I did nap for two seconds there - although I doubt it. Truth is a song came to my mind, a song I have not heard in a very long time: John Denver's "Dreamland Express". It reminded me of something, and that brought an odd sensation. That moment I knew I could add one more item to my list of epiphanies.
(I love the word "epiphanies". I thought it was the name of an episode from Xena, but it is actually from Babylon 5. I was a bit frustrated by that. I probably made the confusion because the Xena episode I thought was titled "Epiphanies" marks the first appearance of a character called Ephiny.)
Epiphany it was - I believe it helped that I was a bit hungry. "Butterflies in the stomach." What in the name of a tall peach tree could that possibly be? - it troubled me a few weeks past. And precisely then, with that boring blog on my screen and the silly song in my ears I realized what it was.
But immediately "Dreamland Express" was replaced with "I Told Him That My Dog Wouldn't Run". Two passages of it came crashing at the same time, but I knew they were not to be taken together; rather, each one should apply to a different event, two weeks apart. "This would be all there was." "Thank God when the sun goes down I don't blow it."
For a moment I was troubled with those two verses, and what devious trick of mind was being played. This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing. Pessimism overcame me; I did my best to shake it off. "Think not of it; think not of anything," I reminded myself - wise words.
End of relevant episode.
With a clear mind, I remembered a mention of Jung from the morning. I always liked Jung more than Freud. I remembered, too, that I read a passage about the Symbolism, a literary movement of a single book. And it occurred to me that the elements from those few seconds - the two songs, the epiphany, the Xena episode - all wrapped up in a tremendously complex system that I just had to put down to paper - or, in this case, bits. So, here be it.
Diversas notas de rodapé serão necessárias para explicar esse post quando algum tolo pesquisador cheirando a mofo de academia resolver decifrar o autor deste Journal. Imagino, já, as letras de ambas as músicas, com alguns versos sublinhados; o nome do episódio de Xena, e sua importância na série e para o autor; e um comentário (fatalmente incorreto) sobre a quote que abre o post. O interessante é que, de fato, para tal fim, este post é dos mais significativos.
"Decifra-me e/ou te devoro."
Posted by Etienne at October 13, 2003 08:36 PM