Truth is lost. I don't understand the people who brandish the word truth as a license to speak rudeness with an insipid tongue. It's a good shtick, it's a nice bit for a piece of literature concerning people who aren't us, but it is really truth? The only truth it speaks to is the darkness in everyone's heart, everyone's heart, everyone's soul and ( Read more... )

Melody is Magic. It's as natural as fire and water, you got 12 notes and a dream, but the lines we make, the patterns drawn on thin air thick, the stories without words to be told. What else can you call that? Maybe when the angels are struck down, they bleed songs and melodies. I can't think of any other legitimate source. It can't be from this ( Read more... )

Sax is soul. Who taught me that?

Happy 67th


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Music is Mystery. Two separate reactions are elicited when it overflows the spirit's goblet; I must become intimate with every single cog in this machine, I must be able to channel this unworldly energy myself. That's the first reaction. The second reaction is a total refusal to want to understand. I don't want to see the seams or zippers on this ( Read more... )

Context is King. Things without form are given form by it, things standing weakly before a harsh backdrop of nothing are given by it. Context robs us, it blesses us, and it lives with us. Without it I am a babbling child, and sometimes with it even ( Read more... )

Grammar is God. It is against grammatical law to capitalize the word "me" in a sentence, whereas, for the names of all others, it is imperative to capitalize the first letter of their names, allowing them to stand apart from the rest of the words in your paragraphs. Run-on sentences also come generally ill-advised, but whaddayagonnadoo ( Read more... )

I am very tired of writing letters to people who aren't yet in a state in of existence. My words are wasted on the ether, on the hypotheticals and the maybes and the nobodys. No one's coming, nobody's waiting for me, this is a solo thing. I'm no one's job. It's me. And I gotta make it out, I refuse to take place in the endless parade of those who ( Read more... )

Stay stay stay stay don't go, don't fade, don't leave, don't stop, don't move, just be. Stay glistening in the splendor of this love. Loud rooms, soft rooms, rooms that are busting full of life fulfilled and love exemplified. A man's work, a woman's job, fathers and brothers and mothers and daughters. People who talk with code, talk loud, talk ( Read more... )

Come get me cold, come find me tonight. Dare and knock me down in shivering defeat, take me hostage in a prison of ice and breath that fogs the air when you watch it. Let frost fall, fall down and veil me protection from the world. I don't take as many pictures as I used to. I don't remember as many nights as I used to. I am mad with jealousy for ( Read more... )

I know the song works is when I can recall lyric fragments without being able to recall the melody in which they're sung or the song to which they belong. They just exist, these nuggets float in the ether of my consciousness and I often steal them and appropriate them for my own purposes but I feel no shred of guilt for I know not what I plagiarize ( Read more... )