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Welcome to Anatmosphere, where I share  images, music, thoughts, and dreams.

Me- by Andrew Wrigley

by Andrew Wrigley

My username is Flashing Eyes, Floating Hair because it conjures a strong image for me of the intoxication that comes with creating art.  It is an excerpt from  “Kublah Khan, or A Vision in a Dream, a Fragment”, which the Romantic poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge  purportedly wrote after awakening from an opium-induced dream.

Kubla Khan represents the person who longs for immortality, for the ethereal, and tries to transcend the mundane, yet ultimately cannot evade his mortality and the ephemeral nature of life.  Xanadu is the paradise like place that he tries to build as an eternal sanctuary and playground,  though it too eventually disappears.  Yet, Kubla Khan and Xanadu exist in their eternal state in the artist’s creations.   The artist’s visage, with his flashing eyes and floating hair, elicits both awe and fear as he attempts to invoke the sublime internal Xanadu.  This blog, like the poem,  through images and words, will attempt to create an atmosphere that  melds external and internal events, and speaks  to the desire for the eternal, the pains and pleasures of mortality, as well as the drive to create art.

The 1980 film  Xanadu, also inspired by Coleridge’s poem, deals with the topic of art, God-like states, mortality etc., as Kira (played by Olivia Newton-John),  a two dimensional figure in a mural comes to life one day and roller skates her way into Sonny’s  (played by Michael Beck) life to inspire him as his muse.   This was one of the first movies I ever saw- I was about 6 years old when I saw it over and over again on HBO, and it blew my mind.  Note that in the poster, Olivia Newton John has “flashing eyes, and floating hair”!

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 five 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.

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