Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o’ the world!
Crack nature’s moulds, all germens spill at once,
That make ingrateful man!
King Lear : William Shakespeare
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Oculus reparo – renew the eye
John mentions about the crackling noise with the wind in the video in his comment. I suspect it is linked with memory of either a nuclear explosion or background noise from the Big Bang.
brilliant! love the crackling sound track, and the video. and Lear’s descriptions: that was some eloquent King, even if he was dispossessed 🙂
John
It works doesn’t it. Didn’t stay too long !
There are a few mysteries in my life. For A Level English I took King Lear as one of the study books and that memory recently has become significant so the storm showing up seemed to be making a point.
yes, wonderful; thanks 🙂 glad it struck a chord with you; I loved ‘Lear’ too : I guess the storm personifies the turbulence in his head — or maybe it’s just a storm —
Again memory lane.
In Search Of The Lost Chord.
great cover art, great choice of song; yes, I was into THe Moody Blues back then, even bought a few of their albums ; good to hear that song again, first time this century 🙂