Quote Originally Posted by Ganpati's Goonerz--AFC's Aboriginal Fertility Cult View Post
*******s - I should have used part of Danny's speech for my end of Romanticism waffle. The greatest era in the history of humanity is over etc.

But while coke has inspired some {though far from all} of the greatest albums of all time, opiates write better lyrics.

Loss of ego, giving yourself up to the Divine.

And musically, compare Golden Brown with any of the songs specifically about cocaine you care to name.

But Kubla Khan is gorgeous. The 3 sections - the trip, the little bit after his trip had been interrupted for an hour and the vision has mostly dissolved. Then the rest, written years later when he'd realised that no matter how much opium he boshed God was never gona give him the rest of that poem again.

Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ’twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,*
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.



- *i.e. with my words, my poetry, I would create something as beautiful as KK's pleasure dome
See, I like it. I get it. I see it. And you can draw a direct line to the poetry of Oscar Wilde, Rupert Brooke, and on to Morrisey

But it doesn't move me the way Leonard Cohen does.

My failing, perhaps. But I can live with it