Red Beard

The blood, bones and the nerves that tie them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

When it is said that all music is of the red beards, it is with proof relayed. They improved the flute by attaching a bag, and permitted a moment of forethought before the sound is expressed. There are those who will say, that allows for a moment of compassion, at the will of the speaker. For music seeks to inspire and love arises from such a manner.

 

Such a sound love seeks to possess and none other will it have. To love in freedom and leave the rest, commits to love one part of the self. The women seek to know the nature of such a will. What forge molded such a way? When a woman loves she must know what constitutes the true.

 

Then one day he tipped the scales and the wife and I came to a quarrel. Living as I did in practical survival, I had not knelt for affection in the family. When told there has to be more, I had warned her to mind the store. But   still she kept right on. The dam bursts and we went our different ways.

 

What can I say of red beard? That he is Jung's red book, a leprechaun on a mushroom, a matador's sword that finds the bull's heart or the highlander who leaves it all, for there can be only one. He is Eric, Saladin and Ram rolled into one. To have it all or none at all, is frowned upon today. Me thinks it was always  a matter of what the poets say.

 

Still, can't say I've bested the man. Red is the color of the rose and of that which flows in the veins. Ironically, he is also my best friend, has been since my childhood. I can't say when he's playing and when he's real, like a snow peaked  mountain before the avalanche. He comes and goes and I never know when it'll blow. And he reminds me of my mother.

 

 To know red beard is to mix one's verse and prose. Its a curious place of learning, that goes beyond the passions, to which very few would go. But the man  is straight as an arrow, and he has Chiron's gift for humor. As Chiron is behind the Crux, that's the place that I must go.

 

                                   

Reviews

[Timothy Burjess]

This is...is...well I'm not sure my Lexicon boasts a word to describe how I feel about this work, but one thing I shall say is that I feel able to connect a little with this, some parts only of course.

This is really rather curious indeed moi droog, the air it produces is devious yet satisfying, sinister yet comforting, like hugging a stranger you just met with that voice in the back of your head saying that he's going to stab you in the back, that sort of feeling is produced from this, and I like it, a lot, that feeling, hmm.

I'd imagine this is about a journey of a sort, that is what I believe I connect with.

I somewhat find it a struggle to put a decent review together on this one, 'He comes and goes and I never know when it'll blow', a little close to home personally, but another pristine write my friend.

[James Hanna-Magill]

Dear Dayran

This may not be a good day for me to review another piece of your complexity.

However sharp my brain may may at times be, today is not one. My mind is confused by increasing the dosage of a 'Heavy Tranquiliser' and slow in functioning.

I think that often in writing and I am quite capable of it too, there much to be said for obscurity. Leave the reader guessing.

You do that so well here.

I will at times make many literary or other allusions (in fact litter my writing with them) which may be a closed book to many.

However what I will often do is open the book slightly*rather more than you do here to give the reader at least a tangent of understanding one small part the meaning I try to convey.

But however many levels the piece may be written on, the full meaning and the purpose of all the reverences can only ever entirely know by me.

If my mind were sharper today, I would give this fuller justice as a remarkable piece of writing.

Frankly all I can see here is a very personal piece of writing. 'The wife' and going your separate ways.

You reference to Jung and his 'Red book' which it would appear was written at a time when he and Freud were colliding seems also to me to make reference to the undoubted periods of mental health disorder he had to suffer. It is for that reason, he was in my view, the better of the two.

I have always held, that the best psychiatrists / clinical psychologists are the ones who have personal experience of the diseases they treat. I need only mention Kay Redfield Jameson in particular and her seminal work on bipolar disorder 'An unquiet mind'

The only other hints you leave me to pick up in a complex piece of writing, where my mind is to fogged today to unravel the skein of complexity in this piece is your words 'He comes and goes and I never know when it'll blow'

Whilst you only mean it a metaphor for the mixing of arts, whether you intend it or not, I see instead an unstable personality.

Perhaps as artists we all are.

I cannot write anymore on this.

There is confusion in my head as there is in this story.

Forgive me I cannot do it justice today.

Your friend

James Hanna-Magill

[Dayran]

Thanks for reading and reviewing it James. I disagree that we are sometimes on account of health not ready to deal with something. The way we deal with it is it.

[Cheng Yew,Chew]

love is the word to descibe the whole thing.

[SoLongAndThanksForAllTh..]

This is very deep. So deep in fact that I can't actually work out what it's about as it's operating on so many levels that I can only grasp the occasional glimpse of a common theme that's relating them. That doesn't necessarily mean that it's a bad piece of writing, it's just a little difficult to access.

In terms of content there are some very interesting moments. Having heard the bagpipes at first-hand (which is what I think you're referring to with the flute improved by "attaching a bag") I wouldn't hold Red Beard in that much esteem for his great services to music! There's also great variety in which Red Beard is described from Jung to a leprechaun to a sword but I'm a little lost as to what links such very different images.

On the whole this piece is something of an enigma to me. It's like a journey around various exotic locations without a guide and at such a pace it's difficult to appreciate properly. I'd be interested what other people make out of this... Provided they steer clear of 'brilliant imagery' and 'amazing write' style reviews!