the moon's favors: No amulets or chains will work to keep the demons from Or hide the night filled eyes from the brides of Jesus

2012/09/19

No amulets or chains will work to keep the demons from Or hide the night filled eyes from the brides of Jesus

Lowell George died just across Key Bridge as I was taking my first organic chem final. I didn't go to concerts much, only small ones, so I feel blessed that I got to see him at Lisner not long before this. But great song. Has stayed with me.(Thematic variations on White Shade of Pale?) Thanks for posting it.

Words whisper, carrying more than one might know, hypostases, rather than mere understanding. Words grow from roots, spawn families, travel and mingle, get lost, get found, and often marry the strangest bedfellows. Like our bodies, our ideas, and our culture, words evolve, handed down to us from a place beyond memory. As the warp and woof of language, words possess the magic to shape the immaterial into the solid things of psyche ~From my intro to AO's The Archives of the Heart

The Platonic tradition may be likened to an underground river that from time to time sends up a spring; wherever its waters flow, the soul is reborn, and with it the conception of intellectual form, the beautiful, and true art.~ Kathleen Raine