I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me. - T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
I've always been obsessed with sirens. Even as a little girl, when all my friends had "normal" dolls, I had all the fishtail dolls. Red hair, green and blue tails. And even though I can't swim, the obsession also includes the sea. My favorite song from Morrissey is "Seasick, Yet Still Docked". My favorite song from The Cure is "From the Edge of the Deep Green Sea". My favorite song from Tim Buckley is "Song to the Siren". You catch the drift. The idea that there is a place on this earth where you can sink, hear no sounds and where you can die because of water, the essence of life, has its appeal. But I think the main thing I like about sirens is the legend and how much it resembles life. Sirens sing to get ships to crash, life sings to get you to die. They lure you not to exist.
How tempting is it not to exist? How tempting is it when you are just as absurd as the waves crashing incessantly against the shore?
Yet Kafka said one can escape the siren's song, but never its silence. The things going through the filter of our senses seem far less threatening. We can cover our ears, obstruct our vision, curl up under myriads of blankets and expecting nothing other than death. But how does one escape the silence? Life is the ocean. Angry, blue, controlling. I am a ship. Frail, mimicking strength, radars broken. The death wish is the quiet song of the siren, you can't hear it, but it's always there, full of promises.
I like sirens. And escapism.
I do not think that they will sing to me. - T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
I've always been obsessed with sirens. Even as a little girl, when all my friends had "normal" dolls, I had all the fishtail dolls. Red hair, green and blue tails. And even though I can't swim, the obsession also includes the sea. My favorite song from Morrissey is "Seasick, Yet Still Docked". My favorite song from The Cure is "From the Edge of the Deep Green Sea". My favorite song from Tim Buckley is "Song to the Siren". You catch the drift. The idea that there is a place on this earth where you can sink, hear no sounds and where you can die because of water, the essence of life, has its appeal. But I think the main thing I like about sirens is the legend and how much it resembles life. Sirens sing to get ships to crash, life sings to get you to die. They lure you not to exist.
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Isn't she beautiful?
Isn't she beautiful?
How tempting is it not to exist? How tempting is it when you are just as absurd as the waves crashing incessantly against the shore?
Yet Kafka said one can escape the siren's song, but never its silence. The things going through the filter of our senses seem far less threatening. We can cover our ears, obstruct our vision, curl up under myriads of blankets and expecting nothing other than death. But how does one escape the silence? Life is the ocean. Angry, blue, controlling. I am a ship. Frail, mimicking strength, radars broken. The death wish is the quiet song of the siren, you can't hear it, but it's always there, full of promises.
I like sirens. And escapism.
