The Gay Science

By Avery Boltwood

The stimulation of your nerve is first translated into an image of red wine spilling confessions, out of his lips and sweet as his lips onto your lips and into your lips, beginning a Bacchanalia: first metaphor! to be repeated. The image is then imitated by a sound when he sings your words into poetry with a lilt that ripples rings of low tones, the colours that color you calm or else, for once, apollogetic: second metaphor! to second the first. The motion then carries you into a dream where the spheres of your metaphors meet, as if they ever met before or spoke one dialectic: third metaphor! to hope will last, to call the last, to stimulate your nerve.