![]() ![]() ![]() Might literal references or metaphors take flight in your recollection? Both will count in this week's lyrical theme. But the bigger theme, and one we're collecting this week (hopefully not pinned in lifeless rows under glass like some, to be brutally honest, monstrously wasteful, disturbing Damien Hirst artwork, or like in the mind of the obsessive psychopath in John Fowles' novel The Collector), instead it will hopefully take flight in our musical meadow, capturing many fluttering mini-themes and contexts along the way – love, art, and other intangibles, whether with lyrics in metaphor or as literal, or even evoked in the music, and will hopefully entertain with a flickering mass of sunlit and iridescent colour.īut what do you think of when butterflies and moths come to mind? Beauty and fragility, or hairy horror? The obsessional lepidopterist chasing down the helpless with a giant net, or the extraordinary variety, but fleeting lives of these beautiful insects?Īnd why are moths in the shadow of their showier butterflies cousins, even though they are different, but also part of the Lepidoptera family? Because of their association with dark, dusty places, of flying out of rarely opened wallets, as clothes-eating pests, as creatures of the night with their fatal impulsions towards candles, or connection with very dark films such as Silence of the Lambs? And yet moths have just as many weird, wonderful and colourful species, and some are even prettier than butterflies. ![]() Obviously Ria is the metaphorical flapper seeking to take flight, but when I distantly recall this TV programme, it makes me think of an almost colourless, certainly dull brownish, soulless 70s Britain. As distraction, she toys with the idea, but never actually goes through with an affair with some rich, besuited businessman, instead sticking with her generally miserable, downbeat dentist hubby, who, as it happens, is an amateur lepidopterist. a rare and gentle thing,” went the theme tune, covering a song originally by a certain big star, to the bittersweet (is that a synonym for listless and a bit shit?) 1970s British sitcom starring Wendy Craig, who plays Ria, a bored, middle-class housewife seeking meaning to her comfortable, but dull life with husband and two indifferent, ungrateful sons. “As soft and gentle as a sigh, the multicoloured moods of love are like its satin wings. “The caterpillar does all the work, but the butterfly gets all the publicity.” – George Carlin “Words can be like a butterfly effect.” – Hadinet Tekie Can the candle help it?” – Charles Dickens, Great Expectations “Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures,” replied Estella, with a glance towards him, "hover about a lighted candle. “Hundreds of butterflies flitted in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks in a stream of consciousness without beginning or end.” – Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 Heinlein, The Cat Who Walks Through Walls They are self-propelled flowers.” – Robert A. ![]()
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