Friday, 17 June 2011
Someone's got to put these people in the ground
When I have managed to find sleep, recently, I've been having a recurring, unsettling, dream of this photograph. It was taken three years ago in the Seattle Public Library. At the time it seemed an insignificant capture, if rather Lynchesque in certain qualities. Now, though, it has become everything. Nothing much happens in this dream, as such, but through the red haze, towards the back following the lights on the ceiling, is a hidden door that is marked by the frazzled white spotlight on the sunken floor. And through that door is an uncertain future that I can't quite make out. Again, it is a fractured red haze blocking my view. An anonymous person, genderless, greets me at the door and tells me, politely, to wait. The waiting. Timing is everything, of course, making those decisions that can have far-reaching, often unintended, consequences. Some you can see an outline shadow for, others that are just impossible to see ahead of you. And, yes, I know, other cliches etc. I think I need to walk through this door, boldly. To take a chance, take back some kind of control. To 'seize the day', as I think I used to be able to do, well, a long time ago now. The soundtrack, obviously, is His Name Is Alive. The band that famously caused Tom Cruise to suffer a nervous breakdown.
His Name Is Alive - 'Sitting still moving still staring outlooking' (3.26)
His Name Is Alive - 'In every ford' (3.44)
An album to devour, quietly.