Friday, May 29, 2015

Songs of The Windral

Songs figure 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. 

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