Ordinary language is all right.
One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.
One of the coffeeshops I frequent keeps playing this album every time I'm there. I don't know what it is but my dislike for it grows every time I hear it. I don't want to ask what it is because I can't fake being interested in it and would very much like to inform whoever I ask that I dislike the record. I have to know. I would like to be as precise in my dislike for the record as possible.
I hope the exuberance I feel at hearing my favorite jazz records doesn't fade once none of them feel new any longer.
'Absence becomes an active process, a business (which keeps me from doing anything else).'
I don't know what they're saying most of the time in 'Walk Into the Sea'. But the song affects me more than perhaps it's meant to. Every time they sing 'time's the great destroyer', my heart sinks. It always sounds like they're capitulating and I'm convinced they don't have to.
Or I want to be convinced.
'His whole nature fails to persuade; that is because he has never remained silent about any of his good deeds.'
A fantastic Christgau phrase: 'Young Jeff is a syncretic asshole'.
For whatever reason the full weight of the double meaning to the chorus of 'Hi-Life' never hits me until the song is almost over.
Every once in a while I need to remind myself (or ought to remind myself) that the opening to §524 could just as well introduce anything, and be worthwhile: 'Don't take it as a matter of course, but as a remarkable fact'...
'unexpectedly heartfelt': 'I hope this song finds you fame / I want schoolkids on buses singing your name'
(I would be a little disappointed if it turned out that when playing the song live they didn't adjust the mention of the elapsed time to suit the occasion of performance: '9 months, 3 weeks, 4 days, 6 hours, 13 minutes, 5 seconds'.)