3rd post p. 836 (after break on page)..Paint It Black

[rich]

On Wed, Apr 9, 2008 at 4:11 PM,  <kelber at mindspring.com> wrote:
> Yikes!!  I take off a week or two to wallow in depression and self-loathing (a full-time preoccupation where I come from) only to discover that everyone's become incredibly prolific in their postings.  So, putting aside the razor blades, sleeping pills, etc., I'll jump in with my own non sequiturs:
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>  1. "Black Mountainside" equals Anarchy.
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>  Black is the official color of anarchism (if anarchism can be said to have anything official associated with it).
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>  Mountains in ATD are hotbeds of anarchy.  When Reef leaves the Sangre de Cristo range, he ends up in the Alps where his predilection for dynamite-blasting can be indulged.  In addition to providing dynamiting opportunities, mountains are, by their nature, anarchistic.  No straight, rigid borderlines here.  When Cyprian and Danilo finally make their way out of the mountains, "they got back again to steel and parallel tracks," (p. 840), i.e. order, civilization.
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join the club, Laura  ;)

why do i hear Zep's Misty Mountain Hop

Rich

Walkin in the park just the other day, baby,
What do you, what do you think I saw?
Crowds of people sittin on the grass with flowers in their hair said,
Hey, boy, do you wanna score?
And you know how it is;
I really dont know what time it was, woh, oh,
So I asked them if I could stay awhile.
I didnt notice but it had got very dark and I was really,
Really out of my mind.
Just then a policeman stepped up to me and asked us said,
Please, hey, would we care to all get in line,
Get in line.
Well you know,
They asked us to stay for tea and have some fun,
Oh, oh, he said that his friends would all drop by, ooh.
Why dont you take a good look at yourself and describe what you see,
And baby, baby, baby, do you like it?
There you sit, sitting spare like a book on a shelf rustin
Ah, not trying to fight it.
You really dont care if theyre coming, oh, oh,
I know that its all a state of mind, ooh.
If you go down in the streets today, baby, you better,
You better open your eyes.
Folk down there really dont care, really dont care,
Dont care, really dont
Which, which way the pressure lies,
So Ive decided what Im gonna do now.
So Im packing my bags for the misty mountains
Where the spirits go now,
Over the hills where the spirits fly, ooh, I really dont know.