Take the tune Mona Lisa. Many musicians have covered the tune, from Nat King Cole to Bruddah Iz.
Willie Nelson's rendition is particularly plaintive, expressing of poetic sort of melancholy only appreciated at some threshold of aggregated experiences.
There was a time I would have thought any rendition of Mona Lisa was insipid, pop schlock. Now I dig crooner tunes - the mellifluous voices and the poetry of romantic lyrics.
There's a romantic pop tune sung by Tony Bennett called You're All the World to Me. How do the lyrics in a song like You're All the World to Me go from romantic schlock to profundity as we age? It is because the expression of poetic melancholy is only gradually understood over the landscape of a lifetime.
An early dawn back in my 50th year, I was listening to Bennett's You're All the World to Me driving by our local golf course. The profound melancholy I felt, that I wouldn't have felt in my virile twenties, inspired this poem about the love of my life:
| Something Ordinary |
| Saint Paul, 21 April 2007 |
| to Cindy You're like Paris in April and May You're New York on a silvery day. A Swiss Alp as the sun grows fainter, You're Loch Lomond when autumn is the painter. ~ from You’re all the World to Me, sung by Tony Bennett |
On the moonless day break of late winter Snow is a sand trap on the municipal back nine We’re awakened by contradictions in darkness Roused to light that defies description This must be the hour when painters paint But if our passions have already been painted Stay with me to find something so ordinary no one will bother to sing a song |
When does a line like "A Swiss Alp as the sun grows fainter" cease being a cliche? It's in the next line "You're Loch Lomond when autumn is the painter".
I remain cynical about things, but I feel swells of sentimentality washing over much of my cynicism.
Does critical thinking methodically degrade to sentimental mush, or does understanding aggregated over a lifetime simply change our frame of reference?
