Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the disheveled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame. WB Yeats said that. A few days ago I read about the Sublime in relation to contemporary culture and film. Edmund Burke and Immanuel Kant described it, Coleridge arguably sought it in his ravings across the Lake District linked with opium. I don’t know if the idea is recurring in film because it’s never gone away. The term Sublime doesn’t summarise the theme it represents. I suppose there are different angles to it but it’s essentially about something other, bigger, greater, unfathomable, which simultaneously scares and excites us. Extrapolate that a little further and it’s not a bad notion to think about because it’s the basis of humanity. That is, your human position in a wider universe. You feel this, aesthetically, spatially and more, when you walk the hills.

 

Maiden Moor Rocks

Thursday February 26, 2015