TIBET WITH DARK VALLEYS OFminiatur zur postapokalyptischen folkmusik
WOLVES IN THE GREY MISTS
(welche von der formation current '93 stammt)
( pictured above: David Tibet, from the album cover of "THUNDER PERFECT MIND" )
An infinite
sadness came up paired with the irrational optimism
deformed morbidly and
spiritually in an eerie swinging of grey mists, valleys
of wolves and ruins
of skyscraper cities ... Mysterious children with
knives, Maldoror and
other figures in powerful GESTALT - an immense poetry of
blood, weeping
angels, the inmost night, alchemical and cabbalistic
peripheries, grand
red landscapes of the redrivercrawls (as hearts torn out
could look in
the bloodfalls ...). The sacral dark-grey atmosphere in
which everything
is coloured-drowned ... Other colours: black-red ... The
playing with phantasms,
the lament of perfect existence within a world of
torment and delight,
coming from total light and enlightening still,
transforming from
space angels to angels of progress. Once, there was a
white sphere where
we all might have originated. This sphere might approach
on us again in
death (as TOM
believes ... ). But we in Life indulge in the sadness to
the fullest -
only this way can we betray the dragon of reality who
constantly lies to
us, even when he is giving us love and beautiful men or
boys. Someone said
that he finds these words and sounds terribly
depressing. I answered that
I and he need depression more than happiness, but there
is another facet:
Listening to them lifts my spirits, still ... We
might all be sadder
than we think we are. Not wanting to realize this is
the toll of present
realistic living.
Interlude:At that precise moment, while I sit at the Cafeteria Astoria at the high top of La Rambla, let THOUSANDS OF MOTORCYCLES pass by, a seemingly endless armada of bizarre apparition, a rally right through town, right by my side, complete with all types of guys and gals and brands, even Vespas somewhere in-between ... The thrill of riding those must almost be convincing. I leave Figueras on the same day.
It is
rewarding to be pessimistic and sad - as doubt enriches
and the sense
of doubt is clear and demanding (since the
romantic songs and adventure
tales of the popular musicians in general - as
satisfactory as they might
seem at the first impression - leave you agonizingly
empty and betrayed,
as
the world disappears).
...
(to be continued)
Spain, May
2003
