The Same Difference
Maybe it's a seasonal thing; maybe because we are not only consciously aware of it, but we're also aware of it also on some higher, deeper level, that something new is within our sight, and approaching surely and steadily.
I rearranged my desk last week, and I put up five posters: Charles-August Mengin's Sappho (watches over me by my desk), Vogelsang's Buddha (watches over me in bed), and my favorites of Art Noveau posters I have, viz. Metlicovitz's Fleurs de Mousse, Livemont's Absinthe Robette, and Steinlen's Tournee du Chat Noir.
(A couple of nights ago, a fallen Buddha scared the life out of me in the middle of the night. I'm still wondering if there is any significance to it other than dusty walls and Blu-Tack don't bond so well.)
And I've been spending these couple of weeks exploring 'new' music. This is prolly the best time to visit music blogs because everybody's putting out their best albums / best tracks lists. There are also a number of (mostly) hilarious Holiday Music at The Doubtful Palace. Pledge Drive's 'Christmas Rhapsody' and 'Fool For Yule' ("Hates Christmas. Loves Yule. A subtle but important distinction.") are cute.
The downside, however, to exploring to all this 'new' music is that none of it is in Hindi (German, yes; Icelandic, yes; Hindi - never ... go figure), and I haven't bought, downloaded or heard a new Hindi track in ages. I don't want it to be all 'in with the new and out with the old', but somehow that seems inevitable and impossible.
I'm not the only one who is seeking something new either: Germ has been shopping around for a new blog. I think he's due a new one. Not for me, though ... not yet, anyway.
Sometimes, I wonder if this pull towards all things new is just a displacement of the desperate need for changes in our lives; I wonder if we feel this at the end of every year.
Maybe this is why people make resolutions for the new year every year.
But because it is so difficult to make a true change, to make a true end, to make a true start, to make a true anything, we make only superficial changes; and because everything looks and feels new, we can convince ourselves we have made something new. But we're just living the same old life, living in the same old year, living the same old cycle, over and over again.
A new old year, an old new year - it's the same difference.
(I ought to have a point, but I never seem to do ... oh, what difference does it make anyway?)
(14:27 SGT)
I rearranged my desk last week, and I put up five posters: Charles-August Mengin's Sappho (watches over me by my desk), Vogelsang's Buddha (watches over me in bed), and my favorites of Art Noveau posters I have, viz. Metlicovitz's Fleurs de Mousse, Livemont's Absinthe Robette, and Steinlen's Tournee du Chat Noir.
(A couple of nights ago, a fallen Buddha scared the life out of me in the middle of the night. I'm still wondering if there is any significance to it other than dusty walls and Blu-Tack don't bond so well.)
And I've been spending these couple of weeks exploring 'new' music. This is prolly the best time to visit music blogs because everybody's putting out their best albums / best tracks lists. There are also a number of (mostly) hilarious Holiday Music at The Doubtful Palace. Pledge Drive's 'Christmas Rhapsody' and 'Fool For Yule' ("Hates Christmas. Loves Yule. A subtle but important distinction.") are cute.
The downside, however, to exploring to all this 'new' music is that none of it is in Hindi (German, yes; Icelandic, yes; Hindi - never ... go figure), and I haven't bought, downloaded or heard a new Hindi track in ages. I don't want it to be all 'in with the new and out with the old', but somehow that seems inevitable and impossible.
I'm not the only one who is seeking something new either: Germ has been shopping around for a new blog. I think he's due a new one. Not for me, though ... not yet, anyway.
Sometimes, I wonder if this pull towards all things new is just a displacement of the desperate need for changes in our lives; I wonder if we feel this at the end of every year.
Maybe this is why people make resolutions for the new year every year.
But because it is so difficult to make a true change, to make a true end, to make a true start, to make a true anything, we make only superficial changes; and because everything looks and feels new, we can convince ourselves we have made something new. But we're just living the same old life, living in the same old year, living the same old cycle, over and over again.
A new old year, an old new year - it's the same difference.
(I ought to have a point, but I never seem to do ... oh, what difference does it make anyway?)
(14:27 SGT)
posted by s at 19:27
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