Even as I speak to you now, my most honourable friends, the earth turns and mark me, mark me well: you will turn with it. This is no conjuring trick, no smoke and mirrors, no long saw with two handles, no straight jacket, handcuffs pack of cards tall black hat a rabbit some flowers and six white doves………..
No! This is The Tide Machine! It is a celebration of rotation and an ecstatic exaltation to existence.
The moon! The moon! Look up you darling astronomers and feel that ghostly orb as it pulls at your eyeballs and causes your sandwiches to rise twice daily. Caught as it is by the power of gravity, chained to our very core, it must spin like a pendant around the neck of mother Earth. As it passes the moon causes the water to rise like goose bumps on a cold day.
Here we see a machine, note its gleaming wheels and polished shafts of steam rising in dawn’s early glow. This here connects to that there and all are joined, listen carefully, all are joined by gravity.
Imagine, if you dare, the strength of that bond; the bond between mother and daughter. Lifting up vast oceans like an eternal heart beat, a pulse that marks the passage of our lives.
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands;
Efface the footprints in the sands And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Tidal changes are a net, the casting of which gives rise to multiple influence in our body. These influences are called Tidal Constituents. We are the primary constituents and within us is contained the Earth's rotation. Within us also the positions of Moon and Sun relative to our hearts. Bound within us too is a knowledge of the Moon's elevation above our equator and Bathymetry.
Dead fish don’t swim in jealous tides, said the man.
Happiness is not a matter of events, it depends upon the tides of the mind, replied the woman.
We are caught, you and I both, in a place between. A line that stretches around all land and binds it with a saline caress. The highs and lows of our fortunes sealed within this band of gravitational fidelity. Each hour that passes owes its very name to the magnetic charge of love that flows between moon and earth. The water and the dry dust, circling forever, licking their lips.
And so you see! This is what happens if you don’t pay attention. All waters rise and you with them. Hold on tightly to your bus ticket, clean your teeth, keep a spare key under the doormat. I am not your mother and you should learn to tidy your own rooms.
