Thursday, May 17, 2012

That Sea-Song You Hear When the Shell's at Your Ear? It's All in Your Head

Hamster reminds me that Erik Satie was born 146 years ago today and provides the first two selections. Thanks! Still waiting to hear about Dead Can Dance in August at Wolftrap from him, I think Mr Alarum and friend will be joining us, anyone else? We need to decide inside/outside, there are advantages and disadvantages to both. But yes, Erik Satie, another Holy Day of Egoslavia.


Troy Jollimore

Don't be misled:
that sea-song you hear
when the shell's at your ear?
It's all in your head.

That primordial tide—
the slurp and salt-slosh
of the brain's briny wash—
is on the inside.

Truth be told, the whole place,
everything that the eye
can take in, to the sky
and beyond into space,

lives inside of your skull.
When you set your sad head
down on Procrustes' bed,
you lay down the whole

universe. You recline
on the pillow: the cosmos
grows dim. The soft ghost
in the squishy machine,

which the world is, retires.
Someday it will expire.
Then all will go silent
and dark. For the moment,

however, the black-
ness is just temporary.
The planet you carry
will shortly swing back

from the far nether regions.
And life will continue—
but only within you.
Which raises a question

that comes up again and again,   
as to why
God would make ear and eye
to face outward, not in?


  1. Universal art, that's Up With People, man.

    Yay, Satie!

  2. Yesterday because? Terrariums, metaphors, humanoids, I find it all fascinating, more of you like them than don't by one or two.

    What, he asked?