Tuesday, 11 August 2015

Urban Dwelling

Boxes stacked neatly atop each other
In columns and rows
Boxes stacked neatly
Compartments called homes

Boxes cut from the same cloth
Designed just in vain
Boxes cut from the same cloth
For no more that fiscal gain

Boxes stacked neatly
People come and they go
Boxes stacked neatly
Great in number, yet still so alone

Walls both solid and imaginary 
Keep the mind closed
Walls both solid and imaginary
Dampen the soul


Friday, 1 May 2015

The Intricacies of Musical Expression

Piano, when played correctly and softly, has the ability to capture a sort of musically driven suspense. This is only one emotion in its range and capacity of the sounds generated. The keys are struck in a timing that is consistent with the flow of the song. Simultaneously, only the notes and scales that compliment each other are played. The beauty lies in the synchronicity of the pattern of vibrations lining up along various pitches as it resonates. Suspense trickles around the room as the vibrations of the sound dissipate, decrescendo, and we await the next notes in succession to the phrase. When we are familiar with the song this suspense is devastatingly satisfying.

I speak of piano because it is those tones that have inspired such a conclusion, however the possibility to draw intricate emotions from the listener is a capacity that all music, and thus musicians, have the ability to produce. Music has such a pull on our being because of the immense range of emotions it is able to extract from us. Lyrics allow for a contextual perception, an explanation of sorts on the elaborate feelings the vibrations themselves draw from within us.

Music allows us to feel things we normally would not allow ourselves to feel at times. We attribute these feelings to having been evoked by the vibrations of the sounds, but only if the mood that strikes is a contrast to what we are feeling prior to listening. We revel in these evoked feelings. They are bliss. Listening to a song is a highly individualized experience, yet when a group gets together and feels the same emotions being generated by the vibrations of the music around them—now that’s magic. We call this synchronicity. It is truly a beautiful thing.



Tuesday, 28 April 2015

A Less than Formal Introduction to Authorship

Stacks of notebooks cover the worn wooden table. Some leather bound, others with the cover falling off its rings. One is a small black moleskine with rounded corners. Another is bound in a subtle mix of gold glitter on cork. The largest sits proudly in a hard covered jacket. Two of the most prominent books are filled. Every last page contains words or pictures, but mostly just words; sentence after sentence and line after line after scribble after notes to self; things to remember and things to never forget; instructions and diagrams and emotions. These pages are safe.

Now, at last it is time to remove the safety net and share with an audience. The blog has sat inactive for months. The pageviews are an illusion, mostly numbers recorded from my own IP address as I view the layout of my blog from the would-be reader's point of view. The first post is intimidating, like making the decision to lose one's virginity. It had hung in the back of my mind unspoken for some time, a certain fear of inadequacy I couldn't quite remove myself from. Yet something has changed in me. A deep, inert peace radiates from my centre outward; it is confidence to the nth degree.

The work you will find here is neither fiction, nor fact. It is the essence of both. From memories and moments with but a sprinkle of idyllic fantasy to philosophical ideology and scientific theory, this work is an excerpt of one life lived as experienced through eyes blue and told through the writer's pen. Each post will be supplemented with extra media. I do hope you enjoy your time here and thank you for visiting.