From Her Melodious Lay To Muddy Death... - ÐeiHaÐaRRaK † ßLØG †

domingo, 14 de diciembre de 2008

From Her Melodious Lay To Muddy Death...

"En las aguas profundas que acunan las estrellas, blanca y cándida, Ofelia flota como un gran lirio, flota tan lentamente, recostada en sus velos..."(Rimbaud)

There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; Therewith fantastic garlands did she make Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them: There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: Which time she chanted snatches of old lauds; As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indued Unto that element: but long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death.

Ophelia was a bride of God A novice Carmelite In sister cells The cloister bells tolled on her wedding night Ophelia was the rebel girl A blue stocking suffragette Who remedied society between her cigarettes And Ophelia was the sweetheart To a nation overnight Curvaceous thighs Vivacious eyes Love was at first sight Love was at first sight... Love... Ophelia was a demigoddess In pre-war Babylon So statuesque A silhouette In black satin evening gowns Ophelia was the mistress to A Vegas gambling man Signora Ophelia Maraschina Mafia courtesan Ophelia was the circus queen The female cannonball Projected through five flaming hoops To wild and shocked applause To wild and shocked applause Ophelia was a tempest cyclone A goddamn hurricane Your common sense, your best defense They wasted, and in vain For Ophelia 'd know your every woe And every pain you'd ever had She'd sympathize and dry your eyes Help you to forget... And help you to forget And help you to forget Ophelia's mind went wandering You'd wonder where she goes Through secret doors down corridors She'd wander there alone All alone... "Ha caído la estrella fugitiva, y aún divisan los ojos su estela luminosa."

Emoción:fenómeno consciente de capacidad de respuesta. El humano responde a circunstancias y a entradas específicas con combinaciones de reacciones mentales y fisiológicas. Las reacciones mentales son parte del conocimiento. Las respuestas fisiológicas varían, pero involucran al sistema respiratorio, cardiovascular y otros sistemas corporales. Éstas son frecuentemente inducidas por sustancias químicas y contribuye el sistema límbico, esto es, el hipotálamo y la amígdala. Una buena hipótesis acerca del desencadenamiento de emociones se origina en el modelo del cerebro como instrumento de control.

"Era un corazón de cristal:
en vez de someterlo a la dulce
temperatura del amor,
lo sometieron a la presión
de las pasiones, y estalló..."