Reverberações de um universo doméstico e privado

 

Wall of soft — a recollection

 

           

     

Harmony Constant

Chas Smith / Robert Kramer / Jacob Riis

 

Pay no attention to Alice

Pay no attention to Alice, she's drunk all the time, hooked on that wine,

Bunches of it,

And it ruined her mind.

Pay no attention to Alice, they say she's a sot, sane she is not, but she loves it.

And it's all she's got.

She made that apple pie from a memory,

Made them biscuits from a recollection that she had.

She cooked that chicken too long but she don't know that,

Oh what the hell, it ain't too bad.

Don't talk about the war, I was a coward,

Talk about fishing and all the good times raisin' hell.

Empty that one down, we'll get another one,

It's getting late, you might as well.

Though we ram your car into a ditch, man don't sweat it,

I know Ben down at the shell station and he'll get it out.

Alice, put your ashes in that ashtray, I swear woman,

You're gonna burn down the house.

Pay no attention to Alice, she's drunk all the time...

 

Small Hours

 

Not facts but truths

"What Astral Weeks deals in are not facts but truths. Astral Weeks, insofar as it can be pinned down, is a record about people stunned by life, completely overwhelmed, stalled in their skins, their ages and selves, paralyzed by the enormity of what in one moment of vision they can comprehend. It is a precious and terrible gift, born of a terrible truth, because what they see is both infinitely beautiful and terminally horrifying: the unlimited human ability to create or destroy, according to whim. It's no Eastern mystic or psychedelic vision of the emerald beyond, nor is it some Baudelairean perception of the beauty of sleaze and grotesquerie. Maybe what it boiled down to is one moment's knowledge of the miracle of life, with its inevitable concomitant, a vertiginous glimpse of the capacity to be hurt, and the capacity to inflict that hurt." (Leslie Bangs, Stranded, 1979)