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...write a tome.
I feel that I'm coming up against a limit. I distinctly know what I want to write...I would like to write a story, and publish a book of poetry, respectively.
And just now, I thought to myself: how are architects, musicians, painters, sculptors, photographers...able to bring forth their creations? In some cases, it is more straightforward: a homeowner wants an A-frame or a steel roof or a log cabin, and the builder knows what the end result is, and how to acquire it. It merely takes the effort.
But for a musician...there have been countless songs I've heard over the years that contain sounds I would not know how to ask for, made by instruments I don't even know the names of.
That is when things get difficult.
You come upon a piece of music you've never heard before, and you love it, and yet...you would not know how to have asked for it on your own, with no way to describe it.
So....I have a style, an idea of the sound I want in my writing...but unlike music, there has to be a form for it to exist in. It's hard even to explain what I mean. I have the nuance, the cigars, the brandy, the far northern shores, and gardens to wander in...but no context, no story, nothing to put it in.
So...it'd be like knowing the sound I want, but not having an instrument to create the sound with. Kind of.
Because I want to create a very, very special book. The kind I would want to find in a library that exists in my dreams...I want to, as nearly as humanly possible, to pull something into this dimension from the land of dreams...
Not talking about anything occult. At all. Ever.
No. I mean...when you're riding a swing set, and part of your mind wants to step out onto the air, and keep walking upwards...I want to put on paper, the stillness of Christmas Eve, the whispers of the crackling fire...I want to be the headlands with arms crossed against the breakers, and to be the breakers rolling in ten-abreast like a freight train towards that shore...to be the the notes of a wind chime...and the reflection of moonlight on rattling corn stalks in October...
But there needs to be a form...I want to live in that world...
I feel that I'm coming up against a limit. I distinctly know what I want to write...I would like to write a story, and publish a book of poetry, respectively.
And just now, I thought to myself: how are architects, musicians, painters, sculptors, photographers...able to bring forth their creations? In some cases, it is more straightforward: a homeowner wants an A-frame or a steel roof or a log cabin, and the builder knows what the end result is, and how to acquire it. It merely takes the effort.
But for a musician...there have been countless songs I've heard over the years that contain sounds I would not know how to ask for, made by instruments I don't even know the names of.
That is when things get difficult.
You come upon a piece of music you've never heard before, and you love it, and yet...you would not know how to have asked for it on your own, with no way to describe it.
So....I have a style, an idea of the sound I want in my writing...but unlike music, there has to be a form for it to exist in. It's hard even to explain what I mean. I have the nuance, the cigars, the brandy, the far northern shores, and gardens to wander in...but no context, no story, nothing to put it in.
So...it'd be like knowing the sound I want, but not having an instrument to create the sound with. Kind of.
Because I want to create a very, very special book. The kind I would want to find in a library that exists in my dreams...I want to, as nearly as humanly possible, to pull something into this dimension from the land of dreams...
Not talking about anything occult. At all. Ever.
No. I mean...when you're riding a swing set, and part of your mind wants to step out onto the air, and keep walking upwards...I want to put on paper, the stillness of Christmas Eve, the whispers of the crackling fire...I want to be the headlands with arms crossed against the breakers, and to be the breakers rolling in ten-abreast like a freight train towards that shore...to be the the notes of a wind chime...and the reflection of moonlight on rattling corn stalks in October...
But there needs to be a form...I want to live in that world...
Exciting News
Pretty excited; a friend of mine is a HS English teacher, and she loved my latest poem so much, that, after asking if it's ok, shared it with both of her classes!! And she said they really liked it! I'm pretty happy. :)
Some Authors I Enjoy
I'm going to divide this between poets and non-poets. (I put the lines in to serve as spacing because of DA's formatting.) Non-Poets: Stephen King. Loved his work since the 70s. Langoliers is a masterpiece. ......................... L. Frank Baum. His Oz books are absolute treasures. ........................................................ Andrew Vachss. Discovered him in HS in the early 90s. His Burke series is magnificent. ...................... Isaac Asimov. Lifelong fan. His Robot City series is phenomenal. ........................................... Old fashioned vintage nursery rhymes...such as Who Killed Cock Robin? Poets: Robert Frost. He is legendary. I was first introduced to poetry via his work. In the house we lived in when I was very young, my parents had a copy of Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening hanging on the wall. He was my first love in poetry. ..................................... Carl Sandburg. A poet's poet. His humor is generous, his insights are
WHOA....I received a DD!!
I've been incommunicado for awhile because of quarantine stuff...so I JUST heard about this DD this morning.
I'm so blown away right now. Huge thanks to ~Lionnfart (https://www.deviantart.com/lionnfart) for suggesting and :iconJessaMar: for featuring. And thanks to everyone who read and commented and faved. :D :dance: :hug:
This is especially great because this piece was inspired by a dear friend of mine.
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You perhaps want to write a world like Sigur Ros?
The sounds, images and feelings of an almost language?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rtemrZ… pip
The sounds, images and feelings of an almost language?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rtemrZ… pip