|[a] How far? RF|
How far...is it over you?
This is a question that everyone with a broken heart and car keys has considered at some point in his or her life. Hell, it's something everyone with a bike or boots or a bus ticket has considered. Why does hurtin' follow us, no matter how fast we try to run from it? I call it the physics of longing, and (perhaps a few weeks from now) we will consider a few equations. Before that, though, we need to hear a few songs about walkin' or drivin' (someone) out of our memories.
Let's take a listen. As always, YouTube is most convenient for our purposes, but look away from the picture (or just move down the page). All that matters is the lyrics. Pay close attention to these lines:
The neurobiological issues behind this meeting of the frontal cortex and the limbic system (a major theme on Round and Square, as you may have noticed) are formidable. No matter how much we might will them away, the emotions seem to follow. I will have much more to say about these matters in our Sunday Hurtin' posts in the coming weeks.
Now read through the lyrics, and notice the rhetorical blending of distance and memory.
I Wonder How Far It Is Over You
I parked my car beside the highway
|[c] A specific ocean RF|
My point exactly.
China, Japan, and Korea are over there, on the other side. "Bet a man could lose a memory over on the other side" (in China, for example).
Now do you see where these blog entries are going? The only problem is that over in China (and Japan and Korea) people were not losing their painful memories, either, as we have seen in several Hurtin' posts this month.
Let's finish this week's post with a somewhat lighter poem from the oeuvre of the Tang dynasty master Bo Juyi (Bai Juyi). Let me remind you once more that the poems are meant to be juxtaposed—actually read against each other. They are not meant to strike exactly the same notes as the song lyrics (wouldn't that be dull indeed?)...
A Late Return On "Level Spring" Road
The mountain road is formidable; the sun's rays slant down upon it
In a cold, smoky village, a raven perches on a frosty tree
My return will be long after nightfall, but such is not my concern
After drinking three warm cups of wine, I'll already be "home."
白居易 (唐 772-846)
 白居易（唐）《冬日平泉路晚归》选自全唐诗: 卷455.43. Bo Juyi (Tang) "On a Winter's Evening—Returning Late on "Level Spring" Road" Selected from The Complete Tang Poems, 455.43. Translated (freely) by Robert André LaFleur
Sunday, June 5th
The Heart That You Own
"There's lots of space...in my heart...the heart that you own." Yes, there is more misery next Sunday, when Adam Smith and Karl Marx meet Dwight Yoakam to discuss the ownership of organs (so to speak).