"the lyrics, though, are pretty symbolic," i venture.
"from time immemorial, symbolism and poetry have been inseparable. like a pirate and his rum."
"do you think miss saeki knew what all the lyrics mean?"
oshima looks up, listening to the thunder as if calculating how far away it is. he turns to me and shakes his head. "not necessarily. symbolism and meaning are two separate things. i think she found the right words by bypassing procedures like meaning and logic. she captured words in a dream, like delicately catching hold of a butterfly's wings as it flutters around. artists are those who can evade the verbose."
haruki murakami, kafka on the shore
"from time immemorial, symbolism and poetry have been inseparable. like a pirate and his rum."
"do you think miss saeki knew what all the lyrics mean?"
oshima looks up, listening to the thunder as if calculating how far away it is. he turns to me and shakes his head. "not necessarily. symbolism and meaning are two separate things. i think she found the right words by bypassing procedures like meaning and logic. she captured words in a dream, like delicately catching hold of a butterfly's wings as it flutters around. artists are those who can evade the verbose."
haruki murakami, kafka on the shore
