I don’t consider myself a Christian but I was raised one, and I like Easter because I appreciate its pagan roots as a celebration of Spring. God knows this Easter bunny shit is so nuts it makes Santa Claus look real. We should have a good holiday this year because my dad is back from Maryland at last and my brother slept over last night to celebrate his birthday which was a week ago but we haven’t really done anything for yet. We bought him some presents we’ll give him today, which will be nice. He actually just bought a car: a 30 year old Fiat similar to one he had in his early twenties a million years ago. He’s really happy about it and the car looks great. So it’s a nice holiday.
The words “orchestra”, and “ballet” can approximate a description of Saturn and its rings, but both are still too small, too weak to truly do justice to the Jovian giant. There was a dance, and there was a symphony, but the synchronization of the actual Death Dream and its orbiting objects was so much more complex than these terms describe. Alistair had noted that the Thelgo’s word for God was almost synonymous to their words for clock. This was closer to the truth of what Saturn actually was. At the center, of course, was the God himself, semi-conscious, feeling but not thinking. Surrounded by that was a hydrogen metal core so hot that the planet emitted more energy than it received from the sun. Then there was the atmosphere and various climates and physical zones of the Death Dream – drawn in reality but impossible to draw on a map. Outside of that lay the external gears of the large inner moons, the Alkyonides, and the Trojan satellites: most notably Tethys, Enceladus, Anthe, and Telesto – among many others. Proceeding from that were the rings: huge and small globules of ice jungles so fierce and mad that all other wilderness in the Solar System paled in comparison. This unchartable and ever changing environment was the heart of the Thelgo culture: where they hunted. Here was where the symphony swelled with both tender subtlety but also thundered with bombast: and while the spinning, lurching, racing, colliding islands of ice may have appeared to be chaotic, the truth was anything but – it was more of a tidal dance, urged by the movement of the planet and its moons, surging, receding. To any human this would be madness, but the Thelgo saw it for what is was: gravity poetry. Finally, there were the outer large moons and their smaller brethren: Titan, Hyperion, and Iapetus, which the Captain and Jennifer and their friends now departed.
I’m listening to Bryce Dessner’s “St. Carolyn by the Sea”, a work for small orchestra. Dessner is the guitarist for the band The National, who I have never really listened to, but who I’m going to sample soon. Dessner’s stuff is good, real good. I like his “Aheym” album a bit better though. I kind of put Dessner and Jonny Greenwood (guitarist for Radiohead who also composes classical) in the same category, and I like Greenwood better, but Dessner makes more pleasant music. Greenwood’s music is dark.