Patterns in the Ivy II [*]

I like to think of this song in my own way, I don't know how accurate it is, but it's the one I love to envision, or to dream of animating.

I imagine a man stumbling upon a belladonna plant, a powerful deliriant and poison, which also translates from Italian to "beautiful lady", and is also referred to as "deadly nightshade". He gets infatuated with this delirium as a form of escape from reality, and personifies it as a woman. He gets entranced by this woman he hallucinates, and seeks to be with her, yet she is just a figment of his imagination, a fantasy in his mind, among all the dysphoria that real life and deliriants bring all too well. I see her walking and him following around corners and turns, her disappearing, him longing, her reappearing, ad infinitum. Bliss is just out of reach, which makes it that much more tempting.

Deliriants have a tendency to produce hallucinations especially well in dim areas - not too dark not too light, and while deliriants can have the ability to produce some lucid hallucinations, the mind struggles to produce anything comprehensible in it's poisoned stupor. Coincidentally enough, the best time to harvest most solanaceous plants (like belladonna) is around the end of September, as it's become the most ripened, or "old" if you may.

At the end I envision the man trying to pick more berries from the belladonna plant. Succumbing to the poison he dies next to it as he hallucinates her holding him in her arms.

In a way I think this can be a metaphor for how love makes people crazy. But that's the simple way of putting it.

I like to think of this song in my own way, I don't know how accurate it is, but it's the one I love to envision, or to dream of animating.

I imagine a man stumbling upon a belladonna plant, a powerful deliriant and poison, which also translates from Italian to "beautiful lady", and is also referred to as "deadly nightshade". He gets infatuated with this delirium as a form of escape from reality, and personifies it as a woman. He gets entranced by this woman he hallucinates, and seeks to be with her, yet she is just a figment of his imagination, a fantasy in his mind, among all the dysphoria that real life and deliriants bring all too well. I see her walking and him following around corners and turns, her disappearing, him longing, her reappearing, ad infinitum. Bliss is just out of reach, which makes it that much more tempting.

Deliriants have a tendency to produce hallucinations especially well in dim areas - not too dark not too light, and while deliriants can have the ability to produce some lucid hallucinations, the mind struggles to produce anything comprehensible in it's poisoned stupor. Coincidentally enough, the best time to harvest most solanaceous plants (like belladonna) is around the end of September, as it's become the most ripened, or "old" if you may.

At the end I envision the man trying to pick more berries from the belladonna plant. Succumbing to the poison he dies next to it as he hallucinates her holding him in her arms.

In a way I think this can be a metaphor for how love makes people crazy. But that's the simple way of putting it.