joanna newsom's "emily" is such an earworm, especially this part:
That the meteorite is a source of the light
And the meteor's just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee
And the meteorite's just what causes the light
And the meteor's how it's perceived
And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee
and i've become enamored with the meteor as a light (and vice versa): it burns up and reveals the atmosphere.
for this project, i knew i wanted a light that dims and fades away, becomes spent, because it's shed itself upon an invisible thing—gravity, maybe. i was mulling over this in shower and thought of the walter de maria's lightning field. love love love its scale in space and time and its use of landscape.
thank you joanna & walter.rtf