Wednesday, May 21, 2008

{there's} something about certain songs that in a round about way, it's as if they've existed forever.

nude by radiohead is a staggering example of this to me, it's haunted it's way into my life since late last year and latched itself onto the myriad situations of isolation and contemplation that i get from my student life. the content {infidelity, mental and physical} is close to the quick from the posthumous agonies of my first serious relationship, the music became a trope of my rebound carnality and now it has settled into the melange of my study and transport milieu.

this however is not the centre of the thing.

when it came through the treble saturated bedside clock radio for the first time {courtesy of triple j} , i was waking up from one of the lonely mornings where the first few moment amnesia are sweet relief from the crushing knowledge that the woman who promised to marry me was off with her next stab at partnering. more to the point it just evoked that back of the throat notion of home, sort of like reverie, the instant collusion of spirit. and so it's always here with me, to the point where i can't seperate it from any notion of a timeline i have with my life. constantly new in my psyche yet instantly historical.

that is all

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