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| Banjo with red jumper |
I have been thinking the world's woes and how much better we would all be if everyone played the banjo. Yes it can be played in a mournful way and yes you can play the blues on it. But ultimately it is such a happy sound and if I sit in the garden and pick away you might just hear it echo through the ether and the fug of forgetfulness - forgetfulness that the human condition really is a wonderful thing and it needs to be celebrated more than it is berated. In a tiny book by Claude Lévi-Strauss (Myth and Meaning) he writes:
You have sound, the sound has a meaning, and no meaning can exist without a sound to express it. Music, it is the sound element which takes over, and in the myth it is the meaning element.
I am not sure I agree entirely because in my head there is something inherently musical in words that appear on a page. But hey, this is only a blog - though Sappho mentions sight and sound at the end of 'In Adoration':
And cold drops fall; and tremblings frailOk - I know I have posted this before but up you get for a wee bit Foggy Mountain Breakdown:
Seize every limb; and grassy pale
I grow; and then--together fail
Both sight and sound.
