On MusicA Poem by Colin KingsdenI firmly believe in the notion that melody and lyric share a special bond. Ambiguity finds its root in the place where the nature of this bond is thus examined: Is it symbiosis, with each benefiting from the other? I do not believe so. I shall offer up the idea that it is more like the relationship shared by a mother and her child. This is to say that it is more of a pregnancy at its core; that verse arises from within the belly of its creator: ripening, bursting… Or perhaps this relationship most closely resembles the act of excavation: delving into realms unknown based on a hunch; a clue -- a melody -- to unearth something most extraordinary -- Lost Kin of the Earth -- something once known? This would explain the means by which different forms of music are born: imagine the groups of men arriving with their tractors and industrial equipment to unearth an artifact most unremarkable, like fool’s gold, or broken glass-- discarded poems-- I believe that I should be more content to return after-hours
and paw at the earth with my bare hands. © 2015 Colin KingsdenReviews
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