Sunday, October 26, 2008

Brian Eno, Harold Budd The Plateaux of Mirror

2 comments:

Σφιγξ said...

Giant, languorous tongues.

Σφιγξ said...

https://m.youtube.com/?#/watch?v=IFAB-K0G6Ho

Did I tell you that when I saw you, I was ready to say the names of our children? That much force behind everything since should be lifted by the original feeling that the details were not divulged, so as to set up potential disappointment. I did not want to hang you with responsibility, yet it was a very instinctual decision, and I am reconnecting with the best part of myself.

"'I cannot see,' he said, that such a God, whose fundamental requirement of us is that we gamble our mortal souls, every second of our temporal existence...It's true! We must gamble every instant of our allotted span. We must stake everything on the unprovable fact of His existence.'

Lucinda shivered, a not unpleasant shiver and one not caused by cold. There were so many reasons for this involuntary ripple, not least the realization that her vice would not lose his friendship. But it is also caused by recognition: she saw herself mirrored in him, the sudden coldness of a gambler's passion - something steely, angry even, that will not be denied."

The first Vintage edition (1997) of Oscar and Lucinda (1988)