Me, My Thoughts Are Flower Strewn

After years of having no particular focus, I have decided that The Middle-Aged Ingenue blog site’s main concentration should be my first love – entertainment. Film, television, books, music. I’m reposting this as an example, a transitional piece. I wrote this in 2014.

How a 22-year-old song caught me off guard and catapulted me into the existential ether.

Two pieces of art that best represent my tumultuous transition from youth to adulthood are Toad The Wet Sprocket’s achingly beautiful Dulcinea and R.E.M.’s masterwork Automatic For The People.  I lived and breathed those albums in the early 1990s.  Both became a part of my consciousness, of my very being.  They imbued my brain cells, my heart, my essence, and reside in my soul to this day.  These albums told my story. They spoke to, confronted, and comforted me during a time when my life was in a difficult but necessary period of uncertainty and upheaval.

Automatic For The People is not merely an album but a song cycle about youth, nostalgia, loneliness, joy, unfulfilled promise, and acceptance.  So profound are Stipes’ lyrics that they have been compared to the works of John Keats.  Haunting and painfully beautiful.  Soulful and intuitive.  Ultimately hopeful.

I heard a snippet of Find the River on a film soundtrack the other night. I hadn’t heard the song in years. It completely knocked me into a fugue state – set me adrift in the existential ether.  I became obsessed, as I sometimes do with music – with the lyrics, the musical structure, and the mystery of how the coalescence of those elements creates such beauty. I played the song over and over.  I sang along, admittedly through tears.  I analyzed the lyrics.  But this time, from a distance of over 20 years.  I became reacquainted with that anxious, aimless, confused girl.  She is indwelt in me.

She is still trying to find the river.

When Find The River was first written, it was said that Michael Stipe wrote the lyrics as an ode to River Phoenix. Scholars have compared the lyrics to To Autumn The Phoenix story may or may not be true, but that doesn’t really matter.  As with any sublime work of art,  it transcends simple interpretation.  Experiencing the song as a woman who possesses a little more of the maturity, enlightenment, and wisdom that comes with age,  it touches my psyche on a more intricate level now.  A level of discernment. A spiritual place.

The lyrics are poetry, yes, and ambiguous in a resplendent way. Find The River captures the sense memory of youth;  the beauty and tragedy of experience.  The pain of loss.  The joy of fulfillment.  The complexity and unpredictability of life and the eventual acquiescence that comes with having no choice but to move forward.  Lesson learned and lessons taught.   Disappointment, promise, and hope.  A completed cycle.  A full circle with light years to go.

All of this is coming your way.

I hope it touches your heart as well.

 
Hey now, little speedy head
The read on the speed meter says
You have to go to task in the city
Where people drown and people serve
Don’t be shy, your just deserve
Is only just light years to go
Me, my thoughts are flower strewn
Ocean storm, bayberry moon
I have got to leave to find my way
Watch the road and memorize
This life that passed before my eyes
Nothing is going my way
The ocean is the river’s goal
A need to leave the water knows
We’re closer now than light years to go
I have got to find the river
Bergamot and vetiver
Run through my head and fall away
Leave the road and memorize
This life that passed before my eyes
Nothing is going my way
There’s no one left to take the lead
But I tell you and you can see
We’re closer now than light years to go
 
Pick up here and chase the ride
The river empties to the tide
Fall into the ocean
The river to the ocean goes
A fortune for the undertow
None of this is going my way
There is nothing left to throw
Of ginger, lemon, indigo
Coriander stem and rose of hay
Strength and courage overrides
The privileged and weary eyes
Of river poet search naiveté
Pick up here and chase the ride
The river empties to the tide
All of this is coming your way

sunset

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