Melancholy With a View
This is a nod to the way lyrics come to me, the way dreams stick to me, and the way I remember them.
For the most part, what is written or “the melancholy” is written backwards, upside-down, upside-down and backwards, and mirrored. It is as much a threadbare tapestry as it is a collection of words.
Lyrics or poetry often come to me in fragments. These fragments usually come quickly. In this state I must gather them at a similar pace. This keeps the conscious mind at bay. Understanding what I’m gathering in real-time is not the point. It’s more like taking dictation from the ocean. The only objective is to get as much of it down before it carries on to the next antenna. All the necessary words are there, but they rarely appear in a discernible order.
It’s in the trusting that I will learn some or all of what it wants to be as we dance together.
The image or “the view” is an abstraction of a dream sequence I had over a decade ago. A greyscale rainbow over a moonless, moon-lit desert, shapeshifting into a heavy night sea ushering in an unmanned, white row boat. In the dream I lost my mind due to the scope of the impossibility. I will never be the same. I am grateful.