ooo, this is so beautiful Victor! Thanks for sharing it... i just noticed
your cdbaby tag- COOL!
"And in the twilight, as the stars came out one by one and the
moon cast on the marsh a radiance like that which a child sees
quivering on the floor as he is rocked to sleep at evening, there
walked into the lethal quicksands a very old man in tattered purple,
crowned with withered vine-leaves and gazing ahead as if upon the
golden domes of a fair city where dreams are understood. That
night something of youth and beauty died in the elder world."
H.P.
Lovecraft
This quote is from one my favorite stories ever, "The Quest of Iranon" by
H.P. Lovecraft. In the story, a young man named Iranon, travels across the
country in search of a mythical city of Aira, from which he believes he is
from. He is a sweet youth who sings songs of beautiful things. "I am
Iranon, and come from Aira, a fair city that I recall only dimly but seek to
find again. I am a singer of songs that I learned in the fair city, and my
calling is to make beauty with the things remembered of childhood. My
wealth is in little memories and dreams, and in hopes that I sing in gardens
when the moon is tender and the west wind stirs the lotus-buds." But in his
travels he finds he is ignored, thought to be crazy, and just continues
searching for this magical home which he never finds.
Now whether it be Jesus, the magic of Joni's songs, Tolkien, muppets,
shamanism, or whatever, it is dreams and magic, it is that magical childlike
vision of the world wherein all the beauty lies and I would find the world a
very barren and cold place indeed without this magic. I know this ounds
like a far cry from politics and religion but if everybody believed in a
little magic, maybe we would all be a little better off.
