Sunday, September 23, 2012

There is something...

...that rings true in Schopenhauer's great thesis. Like sunken chimes suspended in a tragic lake.

And it is so bizarre. What he said is so very strange. That deep reality might be what he said it is brings on a kind of slow and haunting hysteria. Like the aesthetic trauma of dreams transfixing a mute appreciator of  the forlorn and surreal. As if Mahler is playing numinous harmonics on those sunken chimes, a siren song of fatal reverie seducing the captured imagination.

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