Thomas Dolby – She Blinded Me With Science (YouTube )
A pretty name as one would wish to read, must perch harmonious on my tuneful quill.
There’s music in the sighing of a reed; there’s music in the gushing of a rill; there’s music in all things, if men had ears: their Earth is but an echo of the spheres.
Don Juan by Lord Byron
Though tonight she’s made me sad
If I find her I’ll be glad
I still love herI don’t wanna spoil the party so I’ll go
I Don’t Want to Spoil the Party by The Beatles (1964)
I would hate my disappointment to show
There’s nothing for me here so I will disappear
If she turns up while I’m gone please let me know
There’s no fun in what I do if she’s not there
But I think I’ll take a walk and look for her
Singer: Is there anything you’ve been able to draw upon, David? Is there comfort in the past?
Milch: I feel the past falling away and the attachments of regret for what wasn’t done or was done badly or was done without sufficient sympathy, and it was for that reason that our granddaughter’s visit was such a redemptive and compelling occurrence. Everything is an adventure for her and a delight and a surprise, an opening up, and that’s a big gratification.
Singer: I’ve never thought of you as a sentimental person, but maybe I misread that. How would you characterize yourself?
Milch: As an unsentimental person.
–David Milch’s Third Act by Mark Singer (New Yorker May 20, 2019)
A man must part company with the inferior and superficial. The important thing is to remain firm.
One is courageous and wishes to accomplish one’s task, no matter what happens.
The finest clothes turn to rags. Be careful all day long.
There is no water in the lake: the image of EXHAUSTION. Thus the superior man stakes his life on following his will.
The I Ching or Book of Changes
The world is a post-apocalyptic ecocide desert wasteland caused by societal collapse and warfare, where petrol and water are scarce resources.
Dreams reveal the world.
We wake while often the narrative is difficult to recall.
Events of the waking world, on the other hand, are forced. It falls to us to weigh & sort & order these events.
We assemble them into the story which is us.
Cities of the Plain by Cormac McCarthy
In the West proper there are no limits. The world goes on indefinitely. The horizon is not seen as the end of a scene. It carries you on beyond itself into farther and farther spaces.
LEWIS & CLARK AT EAGLE CREEK by Thomas Hart Benton (1968)
“Computer,” said Zaphod, “tell us again what our present trajectory is.”
“A real pleasure, feller,” it burbled, “we are currently in orbit at an altitude of 300 miles around the legendary planet of Magrathea.”
“Proving nothing,” said Ford. “I wouldn’t trust that computer to speak my weight.”
“I can do that for you, sure,” enthused the computer, punching out more tickertape. “I can even work out your personality problems to 10 decimal places if it will help.”
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams (1979)