Inkanta
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Posted: July 11 2005, 10:06 |
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It's a really great piece, indeed. Regarding geese, around here (by the banks of the Mississippi River) the wild ones are Canada geese. Most pass through in spring and autumn, but a few stay year-round. Eagles winter (sometimes close to 100 in this stretch--"Song of the Sun" will always remind me of a cold winter morning that I drove into the park with that piece playing, and watched the eagles swoop and dive into the misty river against a red-orange, rising sun), herons summer, pelicans pass through. Of all of them, the geese are the loudest and sometimes scariest. Herons are like gliders--you can be running very close, and then all the sudden from the hidden bank, this huge bird is airborne. It's spectacular. How was it that Longfellow couldn't tell his goose from a heron from a diver from a pelican! Ha!!
Anyway....with the geese, there are always several and they are honking. When I have to run through them, I worry that they are going to attack me, but unlike some domestic geese and ducks that will chase you, they scatter. Mike's piece definitely reminds me of the wild geese because like the geese, hmm...how to explain...you know it's there! If you've been lulled into near sleep by the preceding pieces, this one will wake you up!
Just had a really weird thought. Remember Le Petit Prince/the Little Prince? and the picture of an elephant that had been swallowed by a boa? Everyone told the narrator that the picture looked like a hat, except a child who knew that it was a boa who had swallowed an elephant. Bizarre scene: Mike wanders around for years incognito playing "Wild Goose..." and asks people what it sounds like. Finally, after years of getting very puzzled looks, he runs into an aging organic farmer who played a lot of progressive rock in the 70's and New Age in the 80's & 90's but somehow never came across Mike's music. He does, however, know his geese. He has also been struggling through a T'ai Chi class at the local co-op. "Gee," says the farmer, "That sounds like a wild goose flapping its wings."
I am running away before I get pelted with bird seed.
-------------- "No such thing as destiny; only choices exist." From: Moongarden's "Solaris."
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