Thursday, September 8, 2011

A horse with no name. . .

From the reading:

Let us transport ourselves to a very lonely region of boundless horizons, under a perfectly cloudless sky, trees and plants in the perfectly motionless air, no animals, no human beings, no moving masses of water, the profoundest silence. Such surroundings are as it were a summons to seriousness, to contemplation, with complete emancipation from all willing and its cravings. . . a touch of the sublime.

- Schopenhauer "The Artist and the Sublime" (144-145)

And since he speaks of the American plains as such an experience, and in the next paragraph tells us to imagine a desert, well. . . what other song could I think of? It's thematically appropriate as well seeing as the song interprets the landscape as a text and celebrates the isolation from will that being alone in stark nature provides us.

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