( Land is nothing, time is nothing, against her mysterious magnificent tides and Ninth Waves. After all, wherever we travel on land, we are "of the going water and the gone, we are of water and the holy land of water" It reminds me of Bjork's Oceania, a bit- the ocean as the mother of us all. (Though"a kiss on the wind and we'll make the land" might disprove this.) I wonder if the poetry might suggest that to die in the ocean in a way is to truly become one with all life- with the very source of life itself. These voices also speak of fate- when all that's to come runs in -and life- time in her eyes is spawning past life -but they seem to speak of it in the sea, rather than on land. We are of water in the holy land of water Waiting for Then, when the lifespray coolsįor Now does ride in on the curl of the waveĪnd you will dance with me in the sunlit pools Holding all the love that waits for you hereĪ kiss on the wind and we'll make the land One with the ocean and the woman unfurled Tripping on the water like a laughing girl Over here! Can't you see where memories are kept bright? Yet the spoken voices seem to guide her back to the depths of the ocean, to the life-transcending wisdom of the waves. The old woman begs her to 'come on, let me live, girl," to complete her fortune on earth. ![]() The spoken voices reveal to her the watery archives of time, the places where moments are kept bright, and declare her kinship to the ocean-"we are of the going water and the gone, we are of water and the holy land of water." and "one with ocean, and a woman unfurled." I've been thinking more about this song, and I think it presents two paths that her fate might follow. ![]() The ravishing, pagan wildness of the music fits this beautifully- I see the instrumental sections as a place where, if there was a visual representation of The Ninth Wave, the maiden (our heroine) and the wise old woman would be dancing with feverish, mystical, bewitching energy, the wild transcendent dance of time ever continuous, the dance of fate and destiny. Her future self, or the Wise Old Woman in her psyche, comes to remind her of this, to keep her holding on to the thread of life. If she dies, her fate is cut short, and the web is torn asunder. ![]() She cannot simply die, because she is a thread of a glorious, neverending spiderweb of time, woven in with children and ancestors by the central spider of Fate. What an astonishing song! I think it's where Kate/the protagonist discovers her place in the boundless weavings of fate and time.
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