Along the frontal lobe of his brain,stood a place that he called “The Watermark”.Odd expression that,but still it was what he called it,and it had become as such ,an identification of sorts,to all manner of cranial activities.
As a teenager,we fell in raptures when Art Garfunkel named one of his solo albums “Watermark”,and he indulged in the sounds ,those analogue edges across his mind sent him into an emotional tailspin ,totally out of control.”Have you got Garfunkel’s new album in Age”.Yes,it came in yesterday:”Great ,what’s it called?.Watermark”.
It has shapes in my mind,just three syllables,with the two at the beginning ,leaving an almost strong imperative “mark” at the end its affects me now after decades of life,my being 61 and past surely a time when something’s nag as bizarre as the sound of a word should excite me .Words stimulate me,intoxicate me you could say to the point of them being the work of a literary Alchemist in affect.Im not sure if Ben Johnson uses the actual word Watermark,but he knew the value of wordplay and the affects of letters on humans.
Of course,Watermarks in a literal way can have connotations of a domestic kind :That murky mark in the bath that families such as mine took when the bath was a weakly event shared by 4 others.Trust me,rather than a Watermark,it was more like a rust one.Whatever emotion it conjures up,the affect is an indentation ,a mark,a Watermark Of such.
Was Art trying to be clever in his title,or was it the idea of a record mogul at CBS probably isn’t relevant,it’s more that the Album was called that and it still is a strong motivation for me to write something this morning when I haven’t offered much of a muse of late for various reasons,indolence being a factor,the need to order my words in an intelligent way that my nightmares don’t always allow.So,I digress as is my want and i must return to Art because his album has tracks on it that inspire me still to this. Day.These tracks that are in my head today act as a marker for my life and how I digest the stuff in it.”What a wonderful world,with appearances from JT ,Carly,Bishop,and friends ,just a wonderful cover of the King song ,just like Marrionette ,and crying in my sleep.This album has all the Jurassic emotions that become set in me,our stone and forment in their sonic juices.
She moves through the air,Saturday suit and paper chase.Titles that are bigger than their words and phrases.
So,I’ve braved my Watermark today,just a small thing to many,but still a mountain to me ,but as I conquer these emotional and psychological battles somehow I walk that tightrope between the apex of emotional and the Nadir But always I watch the tide,the waves ,the undercurrents.
Watermark has that contemporary folk vibe on the surface,but like a rip tide ,it speaks even now after all these decades,and while I have had ,and will have so many riptide moments with life,I still walk that tightrope ,I still survive and i have my own Watermark as you all do too.
This album was released in 0ctober 1977 and it was his third album but ,imho,his most real ,and where he sang like an angel.
That is all from me.Thank you .