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by idkillkaygonda (idkillkaygonda)
at June 22nd, 2007 (03:52 pm)

I love this song and video for several reasons. One, because it's a touching song and everything about it, the melody, his voice, the bells, the lyrics, speaks of past history and bittersweet regret. Secondly though, for its irony. The cliche'd lines, "the grass was greener," and the almost laughable imagery, the huge teddy bear, the giant balloons, is the sad truth that things always seem better the further we are distanced from them. The grass wasn't greener, the friends weren't better, only now that the past is past, they truly seem so.

Or rather, I think all situations change the longer they pass away. A moment of agony is looked back on with scorn and a laugh, "well, I couldn't have POSSIBLY felt that horrible over THAT incident," but you did. A moment that was passibly pleasent is looked back on as the purest, brightest moment of your life.

Everything is in perspective, and honestly, I think the memories are almost more important, because they are the things that linger. So much of life to me seems to be beautiful merely because of the fact they pass so quickly, and the mourning and the pain is so much more exquisite than the actual moment.

This wierd paradox of appreciation and heightened sense of importance, only AFTER something happens, is interesting, yet true for almost every situation. Lastly, I love this video for the abstract imagery, flickering in and out, seemingly not connected but coming together so wonderfully. I really want to create that sort of emotion, of seperate parts coming together to create one beautiful Whole in my artwork.

I'll be posting some images and quotes later, along with some sketches of little paintings in progress!

For now, one of my favorite poems by Kipling because it's sweet and sounds like dark wind over the ocean, and, because I like seals.

Seal Lullaby

Oh, hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us,
And black are the waters that sparkled so green,
The moon o'er the combers, looks downward to find us
At rest in the hollows that rustle between.
Where billow meets billow, there soft be thy pillow;
Ah, weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease!
The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee,
Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas.