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Five or Six Hours in the Month of July

Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss: "It's four o clock. At five I have my abyss..."
   -Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

In case you were wondering about this month's tagline, it's from a song on Rosanne Cash's CD Ten Song Demo (which, of course, contains eleven songs).


"The Summer I Read Colette"
Lyrics and music by Rosanne Cash

That was the summer that followed the spring
Sad anniversary of a thousand old things
I was letting them go

The words of Colette amd a strange new perfume
Were drenching my senses and filling the room
The heat in our bodies, the light in our eyes
First the surrender, and then we could fly

We were letting it go

CHORUS:
We're blinded to the beauty in our own lives
But I was taking all that I could get
For five or six hours in the month of July
The summer I read Colette

(REPEAT INTRO)

The time was a line and we learned how to crawl
Our bones were a prison and our memory involved
If it weren't for the past I'd feel nothing at all
Now I'm letting it go

It's more than survival, the lesson in hand
For I found salvation was quite a surprise
That was the summer that followed the spring
A new way of feeling a million old things

(CHORUS)

And I found Paris a hundred years late
Colette is sleeping in Père Lachaise
My ear to the stone
I could hear her saying: "Nous nous reveillons"

I sold my silver to get myself there
To a room with a candle up three flights of stairs
That was the summer I let it all go
To fill up my body with my heart and my soul

(CHORUS)


I have since learned from this article that Rosanne donated the song to the Songs Inspired By Literature (SIBL) project of Artists for Literacy.

So, now you know the reason behind my tagline and the story behind the name of a certain smial in Balrog Cuttings...

Edit, 23:00 CDT: Yes, the song says five or six hours in the month of July, and well, my overoptimistic mind incremented it! :-D I've changed the title of this entry, and have left the tagline the way it is.

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Banazir

Comments

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pursuer
Jul. 26th, 2004 06:23 pm (UTC)
Those are enchanting words... I have never heard the song though.
Now, what's the Balrog Cuttings? :)
banazir
Jul. 26th, 2004 08:34 pm (UTC)
Those are enchanting words...
Aren't they, though?
I've never been to Paris, but every time I travel internationally, there's something of that sentiment.

I have never heard the song though.
I have the album, and you have my e-mail. :)

Now, what's the Balrog Cuttings? :)
My dwelling in the home of TEUNC is called the Hobbit Hole Formerly Known as The Abyss.

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Banazir
yodge
Jul. 27th, 2004 08:41 am (UTC)
I've never been to Paris

i have. it was full of french people.

-yoj
banazir
Jul. 27th, 2004 09:13 am (UTC)
The trouble with France
"The trouble with France is that it is full of French people."
   -Yowie the Shrot-shanks

i have. it was full of french people.
Hmm. If Hannibal Lecter were an adherent of the present U.S. administration, would he hafta call French people's brains "freedom brains" or sumfink?

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Banazir
yodge
Jul. 27th, 2004 09:33 am (UTC)
Re: The trouble with France
freedom bwains. yummmm!

-yoj
banazir
Jul. 27th, 2004 12:21 pm (UTC)
Freedom brains
... in a Liberty Onion Soup base? With Patriot dressing?

Meesa gonna go get some-o-dat Heinz-Kerry ketchup.

Liek, wotever.

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Banazir
yodge
Jul. 27th, 2004 08:40 am (UTC)
voluptuaries...
what are they? when i first read that passage, I immediately got that image of the tree with boobs. y'know, the extremely libidinous tree from the Last Unicorn. I don't know why. all the voluptuousness and flinging...

AUGH.

-yoj
banazir
Jul. 27th, 2004 12:31 pm (UTC)
Re: voluptuaries...
Auuuugh! Knot the Boob Tree again!
I'm still recovering from the last time!

Wlel, a reliquary is a place where one can stashle... um, reliqs. So, a voluptuary is a place where you can stash, volupts. Liek a bonsai boob tree, I guess. Augh. *red hot poker*

voluptuary : senses :: aesthete : sense of beauty
I'd say "sight" for the latter, but yernow, multimedia and multimodality and yadda yadda yadda. :-)

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Banazir
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