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
David Gans (tnf) Wed 28 Aug 13 12:43
This is from an email exchange with Mark Ballora, who does the "sonifications" of information form the cosmos and from inside the human body for Mickey Hart: They asked me one time about the nature of cosmic microwave background radiation. I'm not a scientist (even though they say I am on their web page), but I have a basic understanding of it. So I found myself telling them that CMB is the remains of vibrations from that initial wave in acoustic plasma that was the universe ... and what remains now is a ... lingering ripple in the still water of space, where there is no pebble tossed or wind to blow. I knew Hunter was in tune when he wrote those words. Did even he know he was THAT in tune?
perry rice (perryrice) Wed 28 Aug 13 12:45
no pebble tossed = quantum vacuum fluctuations.... Hmmm. Could be!
Brett Wilbur (silentscream) Fri 6 Sep 13 20:04
ELP had a song called "Take a Pebble." "just take a pebble and toss it in the sea, then watch the ripple as it unfolds into me." I think it might be the same sentiment.
lottashmoos (lottashmoos) Sat 14 Sep 13 00:23
I wonder if the traditional analyses of the more spiritual songs may not be specific enough. Pebbles in the sea and what that means for you is great and all, but this song, and especially "eyes of the world," are about something a bit subtler. The human heart is so simple, yet so hard to grasp. Nobody gets it save for a few nuns/monks here and there (really, a few, as in a few every hundred years... robes are great, but most are still seeking cultural myth and magic). And so it's almost intuitive that every so-often "they" come, and nobody listens, and it fades away like the soft of the night, so quiet. So quiet. Think about it. If a buddha or the Christ really said what they said, than why did the horror of Rome continue for over two thousand years? But who are they? A dude in a dark suit with a book? A guy with robes and a sullen attitude? Oh come on. If it was ever the real thing, it would have been fun, right? Well, yes indeed. It did happen, and we got a hundred microphones to prove it, including my uncle bob who was there before I was born and they still had the portal(I'm talking sunny san-francisoco my firend). God bless you Dead. It of course has proven much longer and stanger than you or the drunken "twirlers" realize, god bless them (and love them, and the Sufis etc). By twirlers I mean the ones who turn up to dance. For love, that is, and that is a remarkable thing be it in a temple of worship or in a grimy stadium in fuckin chigaco. I hope all this can be more open some day. Whatever they are, they only emerge here and there in humanity. If only it were more. What if they came into our houses for good? Bernard
lottashmoos (lottashmoos) Sat 14 Sep 13 01:22
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lottashmoos (lottashmoos) Sat 14 Sep 13 01:23
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David Gans (tnf) Sat 14 Sep 13 12:36
Welcome to the WELL!
David Dodd (ddodd) Tue 17 Sep 13 16:37
Ha. Yes, what <tnf> said.
Alex Allan (alexallan) Mon 14 Dec 15 04:14
Nicholas Meriwether has just posted the typescript lyrics on his blog "Documenting The Dead" with an additional final verse: The wisest man is but a pilgrim he will not claim to know the way He will not promise dreams of glory his words are few and his ways are kind
David Dodd (ddodd) Thu 17 Dec 15 15:48
This stuff is golden. If I could only undertake the entire "Annotated" project afresh. But someone will!
David Gans (tnf) Thu 17 Dec 15 15:56
That verse was better left out for sure.
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