Robin Russell (rrussell8) Thu 19 Nov 09 10:53
The first one into the pool after the Angel's ripple was cured, so the story goes.
David Dodd (ddodd) Mon 4 Oct 10 14:24
Posted on behalf of Martin Aboitiz: Here are a couple of notes on "Ripple" for you or your text as you see fit. The ripple is observed "When there is no pebble tossed / Nor wind to blow", so what causes the ripple?. It expresses the same sentiment as the Zen koan, "what is the sound of one hand clapping" Very fitting in the structure of a haiku as you point out. "And if you go no one may follow", yet "You who choose to lead must follow", so do we follow or not?, is there or is there not a ripple?. Is there actually a path? The path might be the ripple, just as ephemeral and hard to follow. Martin Aboitiz
Robin Russell (rrussell8) Tue 5 Oct 10 17:58
Great! That thought provoking post led me to reflect a bit more on "You who choose to lead must follow" and the first legibile thought that came into my head was Dylan's "You're gonna have to serve somebody". I see the verses making two different points: Verse 4 that every individual has a different path to enlightenment; Verse 5 that the journey is through paradox and illusion, "it's got no signs or dividing lines and very few rules to guide". One thing is for sure, that rippled water runs deep.
David Gans (tnf) Wed 6 Oct 10 09:15
"You who choose to lead must follow" is excellent advice to an improvisational musician, too, come to think of it.
David Dodd (ddodd) Fri 13 May 11 09:52
Posted on behalf of Rich Binell: David, I've been fascinated by your annotations of Dead songs. My favorite is Ripple. So I've thought about it quite a bit. I'm wondering if you've considered these two things: "And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung." Don't you think that the "harp unstrung" is a harmonica? And "Let it be known, there is a fountain, that was not made by the hands of men"' Now what's weird about this is that your Ripple page mentions Coleridge's Kubla Khan. However. You ignore the fountain in the Coleridge poem. And it seems to be the same fountain as the one in the song. Compare As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing A mighty fountain momently was forced: and "Let it be known, there is a fountain, that was not made by the hands of men"' This is the poem: In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea So twice 5 miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills Enfolding sunny spots of greenery But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing A mighty fountain momently was forced: Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran Then reached the caverns measureless to man And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war! The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves It was a miracle of rare device A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid And on her dulcimer she played Singing of Mount Abora 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 (After reading Samuel Purchass Pilgrimage; Coleridges masterpiece arrived to him suddenly in an opium dream. ) I'm not sure of all the images in Kubla Khan, or what all of it means, but I hope this stirs some thought. Kind regards, rich -- Rich Binell
David Gans (tnf) Fri 13 May 11 10:02
> Don't you think that the "harp unstrung" is a harmonica? Least poetic interpretation EVER! :^)
Anton Prenneis (anton) Mon 17 Oct 11 17:13
> "When there is no pebble tossed / Nor wind to blow", so what causes the ripple?. Earthquake? Or some other source, subterranean or otherwise, that makes the ground shake.
Steve Biederman (sbied) Tue 18 Oct 11 17:19
Robin Russell (rrussell8) Tue 18 Oct 11 19:14
Right, and the ripple indicates that the pool is activated.
coal will turn to gray (comet) Wed 19 Oct 11 21:47
David Dodd (ddodd) Thu 20 Oct 11 12:57
Right--"no causation." That's my take, too. Or the same causation as caused everything, caused the universe, caused the "fountain, that was not made by the hands of men."
Robin Russell (rrussell8) Thu 20 Oct 11 16:15
Everything is connected to everything else, and we are made of stardust.
David Dodd (ddodd) Fri 17 Feb 12 09:04
Posted on behalf of Tim McCreight: [...] As the subject line says, my topic is 'Ripple.' More specifically, it' s that line about 'between the dawn and the dark of night.' As with so many of the notes included on the page, it's probably my favorite Dead song because I find it at once both humble and inspirational in a comforting sort of way. I suppose that means any of us can read whatever we want to into it. There's a whole post-modern thing about 'the text' that could be gone into here but I'll leave that to a professional. Because, really, I'm just a professional stumbler and when things cross my path I see and make connections. And so this line leapt out at me when it came as the epigram to, of all things, an investment newsletter:"And the choice goes by forever, twixt that darkness and that light.." The line, it turns out, comes from a poem by James Lowell (of those Boston Lowells who talk only to God) entitled 'The Present Crisis" which served as the basis for a hymn, "Once to Every Man and Nation." Wikipedia says that none other than Martin Luther King, Jr. would quote it (t's a little vague as to whether he quoted the poem or the hymn). So the thought was out there in the collective, poetic unconscious. And it suddenly strikes me that none of this may be news to you. You may know Robert Hunter personally. You may know enough about him to make an informed guess as to whether the hymn or MLK was bouncing around his brain. As I said, my path is to wander and connect. And sometimes I take a chance and share a connection with someone I think might get it. You are no doubt pestered by legions of the Band's acolytes. I have my own history with the Dead. Let's just say that in stumbling it's possible to reconcile a lot of disparate strands and that punk may no be that different from psychedelia. [...] Sláinte, Tim McCreight
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