This morning feels cooler. The wind blew the ivy outside my open window with a constant rushing last night, bringing good lucid dreams. It's an amazing feeling: to be in awe of the impossible things happening (speeding in escape from sinister helicopters, clinging desperately with injured hands to a tiny floating machine), and with enough of your higher function awake to be astonished at the complexity and detail the mind can conjure with no input. Metadreaming can be awe-inspiring, and often terrifying.
The sky above Haymarket is glowing cotton smeared regular over blue, indistinct. Exactly like someone has gone enthusiastic with Deluxe Paint IV on an old Amiga.
The same glow is evident in that Salvador Dali painting of Jesus, a print of which hung prominently in our house and oversaw our childhood. I finally saw the real thing on Saturday in Kelvingrove Museum. I was impressed. You fully expect stilted elephants to come stalking over the horizon in the background. I suspect that is not part of the Scripture.
A small boy asks his dad who is in the painting. "That's Jesus, son" he replies, with only a trace of unease.
After that was Indian Summer, to see The Fall riffing incoherently into the damp air. The Yeah x 3s still invigorate but were to my eyes trying valiantly to amuse themselves after over-touring: the drummer eschewing the use of one arm completely for the challenge; the singer frantically working through her props as though each might lend energy.
I also felt the old frustration of a student budget in the absence of ATMs: "we can either have two more drinks or something to eat", with 6 hours to go.
Sunday saw a Spanish film (Volver, a Penelope Cruz-fest) and the festival-end fireworks ("the castle pishing sparks"). A good weekend.
04-Sep-06 at 6:14 pm | Permalink
My piccies go quite nicely with your prose, dontcha think? Perhaps we should start an artistic collaboration : )
04-Sep-06 at 8:27 pm | Permalink
I do have a vague plan for a new site – this might not be such a wild idea…