Gilded waves heave and sigh
On winds that breathe
Since the beginning
Of Time
As far as I can see
Oceans of it dance,
Romance with me
I wade in and swim
Straight into its heart
Gold envelops my soul
Like so much art
Its untold beards
Tickle my skin
Oh, my goodness
Where to begin
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“Reason clears and plants the wilderness of the imagination to harvest the wheat of art.”
~ Austin O’Malley
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The Autumnal Equinox is fast upon us. A most excellent occasion. A dreamy Time of harvest and moons and amber waves of grain… of some great tunes…
I call myself a “wheat-head” I Love the stuff so. I mean, it is some kind of gilded beautiful, hey? I can’t adequately impress upon you how spectacular I think fields of wheat and the prairie are. I just can’t. Words won’t suffice, baby.
It’s symbolic of such a great deal of what I feel is intrinsically important to existence: heart, art, the prairie, farmers (the backbone of society, for food is life), literal and figurative seeds, the myths of Demeter and Ceres… the Autumnal Equinox…
It signals a Time for winding down, giving thanks, preparing for Halloween and the big sleep of winter.
Not much makes me feel more autumn, more Canadian, more prairie, more “wheat-head” than this man and this tune. This is a very sweet, intimate performance by a very, very young Neil appearing on the BBC.
From Harvest, the best selling album of 1972 in the United States (Who knew?!), here’s Heart of Gold…
Harvest, Robert Zünd 1860
Dizzy yet? 