Subj: Shalott Online
Date: Wed, Jan 25, 1995 2:18 AM CDT
From: GregMeier@aol.com
To: old-ways@tomservo.edaal.ingr.com
Excerpts from:
SONG: THE LADY OF SHALOTT
Music by Loreena McKennitt
Lyrics by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1843)
(Note the Year this was written!)
> Thro' the wave that runs for ever
>By the island in the river
> Flowing down to Camelot.
(Sound like the "Information superhighway"?)
>There she weaves by night and day
>A magic web with colours gay.
(A Web? What kind of web? Could it be a world wide WEB!?)
>And moving through a mirror clear
>That hangs before her all the year,
>Shadows of the world appear.
(Obviously a computer monitor)
>The knights come riding two and two.
(The binary system?)
>But in her web she still delights
>To weave the mirror's magic sights,
>For often thro' the silent nights
>A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
>Or when the Moon was overhead,
>Came two young lovers lately wed.
>'I am half sick of shadows,' said
> THE LADY OF SHALOTT.
(Can you picture the Lady sitting at her computer,
getting tired of living in "cyberspace" and wanting
a real life?)
>And down the river's dim expanse
>Like some bold seer in a trance,
>Seeing all his own mischance -
>With a glassy countenance
> she looked to Camelot.
( The same condition that affects those who
spend too much time at the keyboard.)
Am I weird, or has anyone else noticed
the prophetical nature of this song.
Greg
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