voices in my head
every one gets a song stuck in their head, and i myself am no different. but on occasion, i get a phrase or paragraph stuck in my head. often times the voice in my head reciting it is a deep gravelly voice like that of Orson Wells or William S Burroughs. sometimes it is that of a woman’s voice, much like the Lady of the Lake might sound.
today, it is Orson Wells, and it is the paragraph spoken at the beginning of “Tales of Mystery and Imagination” by The Alan Parson’s Project.
“For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem, is but a dream within a dream.”
Current Mood: lethargic