Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Another Artist Moment: Sound
Dissonance...I need dissonance
Chordal beauty
Audible energy
I need new world instrumentation
and suspension that never resolves
I want Earth to move
yea
I need Her to move with me
Related scientifically
Sharing harmonics
Air
Vibration
Sensation
Movement
God.
Existing in a sound
only soundsmiths will decipher
Creating a mode nuveaux
For life be Quasimodo
letting freedom ring thru his bells
Beaten
bleeding beauty
where only ugly can be seen
And we be his blood
And blood be his sound
A kiss from a rose
growing from concrete
Hear the windsong that hugs them both
We be a beat in chaos
sense in the senseless
The timbre in silence
And when evil rears its ugly head
we be the manicured toes washed
white as snow
Hunny, we be fabulous sound and
Immaculate sound
Nostalgic sound
like mom's heartbeat & her whistlin tea kettle
as we were nestled inside of her protruding belly
We be musique de la terre
du monde
des personnes
Musique de tout
yea of everything and of everyone!
We be one in music,
me & Her
From Her core
to Her dirt
to Her skies
From conception to when I dies
I been
and will continue to be
musique de suite
sweet salty spicy music
The spine of bass & beat
Earth-music
until I am called to make
my music heavenly.
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2 comments:
Drink it in. It always goes down smooth. I love your life. Your poetry accompanied with the music on your blog somehow fits like hand in glove. This poem was amazing. And it sounded almost like some of the things that I'm feeling now: desire for change, need for freedom, and an expression of an artistic outcry. I love the aura within you that birthed this lovely musing. I miss you my dear. But these 1,250 characters connect our essence cyberkinetically. Yes, I counted the characters as a secret love poem to myself that started. “Profasi how I love thee. Let me count the ways…..1……..2………3.”
"suspension that never resolves" Yessss. I love that you are a sound smith. If people only the sheer knowledge and power that must be involved in that craft... Here for example :) You tap into the rhythym of the Earth. Did you know this planet sings? On a certain frequency into space. I believe you could decipher it my songsmith. This poem is a celebration of life on this rock. And the ending: "Earth-music
until I am called to make
my music heavenly." C'est magnifique.
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