Beltane Summer Moon
Nocturnes. That’s how I think of these nighttime posts. They come from a desire to add closure to the day, to respond to the peace around me. If they were music, they would be raw jazz of the sort played by John Coltrane or Thelonious Monk. Not intended to express thought, but to evoke emotion.
A sense of quiet elegy, the poetry of stars and high cirrus wispy among them, an owl in the distance. These are interiors, moments of the slow merging between consciousness and the inner world, when the dream songs begin to sing themselves into existence, waiting only for sleep.
The passing between seasons, between waking and sleeping and sleeping and waking are fraught for me, at times with a simple longing to remain either awake or asleep, in winter or in fall; but, at other times with melancholy and the darkness, states that obscure the inner life, even cause it pain, or come from the pain it creates.
Tonight the music plays low and sweet in the background, the lights are going down and the time for the set to finish has arrived. Good night.
(Alphonse Osbert – Les chants de la nuit)
