Monday, January 12, 2004
Storm and Stress
Listened to the 2nd disc of Duos for Doris again tonight. Under covers, lights off, volume high, this is what one hopes that death will be like; a forgetting of the body, a non-linguistic communion with something Wholly Other than what you are. It is, at least the picture I hope for of my death, I've vain hopes for something like a soul, which are pretty well unfounded, and were there actually something like salvation, I can imagine that my number will be pretty far off from those called.
But, interestingly enough, while reading Oedipus at Colonus, I noticed that Oedipus' death is announced by thunder and lightning. Of course! Divine music! (those who know me are well familiar with my idea that abstract music is like the weather, see my Antiopic review). Oedipus, of course, can only feel and hear the thunder since he is blind, which also recalls the condition of music, in that it is invisible.
So, there really is something genuinely terrifying about listening to Whitehouse. Good.
But, interestingly enough, while reading Oedipus at Colonus, I noticed that Oedipus' death is announced by thunder and lightning. Of course! Divine music! (those who know me are well familiar with my idea that abstract music is like the weather, see my Antiopic review). Oedipus, of course, can only feel and hear the thunder since he is blind, which also recalls the condition of music, in that it is invisible.
So, there really is something genuinely terrifying about listening to Whitehouse. Good.
The plan
Here is the plan, as it stands now:
I will graduate in December of this year. Then for 3-4 months, I will go to India to study Sanskrit, with a scholar that is a good friend of my grandparents, and who lives right around the corner. In the fall of that year, I will go to back to school, to study law and philosophy/rhetoric (probably the former.)
I will graduate in December of this year. Then for 3-4 months, I will go to India to study Sanskrit, with a scholar that is a good friend of my grandparents, and who lives right around the corner. In the fall of that year, I will go to back to school, to study law and philosophy/rhetoric (probably the former.)
