I am two weeks in.
All the signs are there in support of my decision to become a musician. I feel excited about every moment spent in contact with my course, with a particular interest in music technology. The software and its creative potential is standing out. Keen to get into it. But still I am in the basics zone – rudimentary is a necessary stage and ill stay there as long at it takes…though ill try and make that length of time as short as possible. Making friends too!
Starting a blog has been difficult until now. It seems you need something in your life sufficiently compelling so as to induce the will to write about it. My ‘something’ is my journey to become a musician.
Now, with my mission objective stated, I am satisfied. Keeping things simple early is important so that I can build a habit of sharing my journey on the regular for anyone interested in my story.
First post done brief and snappy – like a band-aid. Now to face the music…
(Notions of the world we don’t have words for)
I un-dot my eyes
I add with subtraction
History rhyming – never repeating
Inside the only true indivisible whole
I identify with what I don’t understand
A geologist with too many paperweights
I anticipate a spoon-less June
Dubious blessings spill out of my room
Any earthling can conjure a wave
I sit up high atop it’s crest
The key is knowing – never speaking
For all perfect and none best
Is there more to spontaneity than caprice and disorder?
Is a song solely in the ear of a beholder?
I am leopards and lions wild and un-tame
In an unspeakable world gone sane
Oh boy what spirit!
Inertia breaking at will
The ground is doing the walking tonight
Moon-shadows are holding stride
All globe and no snow
Unbound in the know
Lining shelves for times low
Peeks over shoulders on cold morning rows
Let us be mindful – never fearful – of all things in space
For there’s ice most thin on which we skate
In a moment…in adherence to truth and change
Once bountiful order now shudders and quakes
Names and faces are interchanged
Our respective Shires now food for flames
It is the hour of the phoenix…and lettuce…and snails
When matter is found only in the word of the tail
Events and intervals are bound like lovers
Chaos on one level is harmony on another’s
In long Winter
For own sake
take a seat
but don’t take it with you
are you elegant?
rustic yet refined?
comfy or minimal?
is there room for one more? two??
centre-stage or tucked away?
anyway, characters change
it goes both ways
i submit that to sit
is to surrender the reigns
Diamond on vinyl
Caught in the spindle
Thirty three and a third
Heather knows the word
And with Heather
You know the weather
Whether you want to, or not
My gosh, she speaks of the weather a lot
Beyond the veil of thoughts
Is a peaceful place
Where meaning is placed
In Truth’s embrace
She knows Truth’s taste
Thinking only of thoughts, she says,
Is seeing only one face
But alas for many
This is the case
Lurching from static
In ceaseless chase
Though in all directions
There’s slipping in soap
Still, aim for remote
Channel effort and hope
Galloping the horses go
Right where I say so
Film and record the scenes for show
Pick the pace but not too slow
All yours for now and then
Mastering Humanities and the STEM
Throw a stone and stash a gem
Nurse the eggs like a mother hen
We shouldered gelatine galaxy storms
We stomached scathing cosmic scorns
Now we floss fangs and other chores
and flirt with humour until sounds of snores
Between myself and everything
Think of the bee
Consider a child
Tugging at your sleeve
Do not ignore
Pick them up, and ask what’s up
Everything deserves integration
Water wrapped neatly
Untying of string
Condemns a deluge into one’s lap
To avoid missing the point entirely
Consider a cat falling through space
Consider yourself falling through time
Be like a cat.
You are manifested in your destruction
seizing the day!
from language to new
ephemeral moments observed
some adequately described
i’m crossing chasm
with the change
a happening nomad
no damn cage