I like to think music models life; it shows life on the scale of time. It's composed like stories which are really just emotions and scenes, but the true power of music is in the truths it hides.
Music is two discordant sounds coming together to form one consonant sound. It is forgiveness and forgetting in a beat; leaving shock and amazement in it's wakes. Music is life as we only wish it could be; it is us as we wish we could be. It is the intimate bond in a moment we just can't catch, of true love stretching into infinity just before....we blink and the song carries on, moment after moment, struggle and strain -- ease and flow -- till we forget in the mole of moments each individual piece of magic. Then, left with a glass half full, half empty, we have to decide.
Music isn't composed, it already exists. It came into existence with the grand invention of sound's potency. It isn't even the sound it's self, it's the sincere and true value, of whatever gives it rein. One doesn't need hearing to understand music; just as one doesn't require eyes to experience shape -- it just helps gap the distances. Singing, is releasing, all energy through the rigged canvas of our throat and out through our mouth in one solemn, all encompassing wave, and every second we send more. It's the truth, packaged and concealed, flying through the air, through the ground, through birds and stones. Sometimes appearing soundless is when it's beauty is utmost caught. Composers orchestrated all that magic into tales and stories like authors with characters and dreams.
I remember sitting back, enjoying the ambience and emotions, as an awful sound struck the air. Rigid moments passed, closed lips, held together teeth like held together hands, hoping praying, counting...The life of the sound died and silence ensued longer, enough for me to note the pleasant dryness about, before a second clashing sound ensued making said teeth grind like sand chunks were between them. I thought the horror would last into infinity till a then swift third chord ranged out and tied the two together in a bleating harmony I could not deny. All of sudden, my mind rang with the thought it had been ages before the second and third chords, neatly twined, came after that first, but the first had never been forgot. It felt like in this vast scaling world, maybe I wouldn't be forgot, if anything could be remembered like that -- if time meant so little to things. I realized, it could have gone on forever, the length of that discordant note, but it all would have been forgotten by the second and the third no matter what. Then, I was amazed by the forgiveness of music, because surely, life couldn't be that simple. However, music, is truth, I know that. Pure sounds lighting the air, the atmosphere, telling truths...in secret age-old ways.
This is such a fascinating subject, and your first paragraph especially provokes a lot of thought on it. There's a kind of universality to music that is really cool to see touched upon, and I like that you interpolate two different narrational forms to emulate the layering/complexity that music so often expresses and suggests (I'm assuming you did that on purpose, but even if you didn't it still has some great potential).
Critically, you may want to sit on this one and polish it up when you get a chance to revisit it (there's some pretty minor stuff that could use ironing out) but otherwise I think you're touching upon a really engaging, and largely unexplored topic w/this. In my final/most recent paper at Uni, I wrote on literature and a contra-nihilist tradition (w/emphasis on Flannery O'Connor, Richard Wright, James Baldwin and Fyodor Dostoevsky) and, both recently and coincidentally, stumbled upon a pretty relevant video that you might find interesting:
Cool stuff H, appreciate the share - take the video w/a grain of salt.
-Ook
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Thanks! I would like to edit and elaborate on the topic, but I feel like I'm lacking the right words.. read moreThanks! I would like to edit and elaborate on the topic, but I feel like I'm lacking the right words and terms. I've got to find them first before I can polish the subject up properly ;)
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Hey, your work your pace - I just enjoyed the opportunity to respond.
This is such a fascinating subject, and your first paragraph especially provokes a lot of thought on it. There's a kind of universality to music that is really cool to see touched upon, and I like that you interpolate two different narrational forms to emulate the layering/complexity that music so often expresses and suggests (I'm assuming you did that on purpose, but even if you didn't it still has some great potential).
Critically, you may want to sit on this one and polish it up when you get a chance to revisit it (there's some pretty minor stuff that could use ironing out) but otherwise I think you're touching upon a really engaging, and largely unexplored topic w/this. In my final/most recent paper at Uni, I wrote on literature and a contra-nihilist tradition (w/emphasis on Flannery O'Connor, Richard Wright, James Baldwin and Fyodor Dostoevsky) and, both recently and coincidentally, stumbled upon a pretty relevant video that you might find interesting:
Cool stuff H, appreciate the share - take the video w/a grain of salt.
-Ook
Posted 2 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
2 Years Ago
Thanks! I would like to edit and elaborate on the topic, but I feel like I'm lacking the right words.. read moreThanks! I would like to edit and elaborate on the topic, but I feel like I'm lacking the right words and terms. I've got to find them first before I can polish the subject up properly ;)
2 Years Ago
Hey, your work your pace - I just enjoyed the opportunity to respond.
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