“Reason clears and plants the wilderness of the imagination to harvest the wheat of art.”
~ Austin O’Malley
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