Friday May 29th 2015
in The Windral. They're not easy to do. The sense our
hero has of them, doesn't lend itself to translation.
Songs are disguises for sets of emotion their lyrics
have nothing to do with. It's like being there, I guess,
and the task is to put you there, in an early morning
dark pushing a wheel barrow without wasting too much of
your precious time.
The one way to
do it is to think of it as adding something to your own
experiences. Plucking a string in your memory and adding
notes to it. But you and I are strangers to each other. Your
writer of pulp could give you the words to the song. But
it's all kind of like translating Dylan Thomas into Arabic,
which wouldn't be a problem if emotions were mathematics.