So there I sat last night, in a morose mood, taunted by the duality of life and the frustrations of this mortal existence, wondering where I could find some reprive.
First of all I found sanctuary in my Metal. The trusted companion of my life so far once more stepped up in time of strife and raised my spirits, steeled my soul. If it wasn’t for this most excellent of music, I don’t know what I’d do!?!
Secondly, whilst idly casting about the web I came across Kubla Khan by Samual Taylor Coleridge. This is poem I have not read since school and had forgotten how enjoyable it was. This lead me to look at a few other poems by Coleridge and one in particular, The Suicide’s Argument. As morbid as the title may sound I found this poem strangely uplifting and, by the time I called it a night, had restored myself to a more centred state.
Heavy metal and 18th&19th century poetry an excellent, if not obvious, combination for mood stabilisation.
Rok on
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