Bound by Symmetry

Lobsters are Coming! Lobsters are not Coming!

So yes: disaster averted. I photographed the first on my way to the Clark County Library. Then, when I came back (ten minutes later) it had been amended. So apparently lobsters are not coming.

So lately it's all been about sad. It's not a constant sadness, and it's not even the sort of sadness that's even close to unique. It's pretty much everyone's sadness, at one point or another, and so I'd rather not bore you with it--but so yes, after a third or fourth sad song, and after walking down late at night and realizing, halfway home, Oh, I'm tearing up. This is me crying. Again. And sort of enjoying it. And mostly not--mostly just reminding myself that it passes. And keeping busy: running, writing, prepping & teaching, going home, listening to sad music, enjoying the sadness and growing bored with it and mostly just completely befuddled by the human heart. Mine. Yours. Everyone's. What are we doing, carrying around this thing? And what would we do without it? What would we do with all the sad songs?

Which it occurred to me, right around this time, that mopey songs, the songs where people talk about lost love--these songs (and the feelings expressed therein) are little miracles of insularity: it's all about the moping and the bemoaning and the why-why-why. They're myopic little creatures. As are songs of newfound love. And one type of song cannot possibly even imagine the other type--they might as well be living in completely isolated universes, though of course they are not. One is the natural complement to the other: everyone's moving on, but someone gets a sad song, someone else gets At Last. Or whatever.

I've been reading Richard Burton's The Anatomy of Melancholy for the past year--ten pages a day. I've skipped to Burton's Cure of Love-Melancholy wherein he suggests mostly what everyone's been suggesting, and what seems to actually be working, which is just keeping busy:
"The first rule to be observed in this stubborn and unbridled passion, is exercise and diet. It is an old and well-known, sentence, Sine Cerere et Saccho friget Venus (love grows cool without bread and wine). As an idle sedentary life, liberal feeding, are great causes of it, so the opposite, labour, slender and sparing diet, with continual business, are the best and most ordinary means to prevent it."