Romance always seems to fall into my life at randomly consonant intervals. Its been about a Major Third since I was involved with anyone, and now the time is around again. The inspiration seems endless (*), like poetry is destined to fall from my lips with every new thought of her. Matters of the heart just don't seem to be easy patterns to follow. No classical masterpiece by Bach here. Waiting on your tip toes for that perfect resolution, only to find out your listening to free form jazz... now that's love. Straight from the heart to the page, poured forth on the fly in one of the the most powerful improv sessions ever. Loving and living this life of leisure has lead me to these kinds of konkreat konklouzins, though they may actually be less than a mix of stone and ideas. Or more, interpret ideas in a way that is ideal for expression of the I, expression of the me. Abstract and floating, floating, floating along the perfects (*), allowing each aspect of her very real remembrance to dance along the heights of my creative and vivacious vision. Every thought through the daily ritual has been konklousivly koloured by her presence in my imagining. The building of tension and the release of it, each dissonance resolves into consonance in its own overtly satisfying manner. Whether its the feather touch of a lovers skin, leading sensually towards the fulfillment of expectation, or its the feather touch of a dominant fifth resolving into the tonic. Its all the anticipation, knowing what's coming but... guess what? Your drawing at strings to guess a pattern that dances around you. It teases you with thoughts of its indefinite relaxation.
Together it is, you and eye... we swam through hours of artificial darkness, enveloped in only our own enigmatic emotions. So comforted, so safe, so alive that the rest of the world forgets our existence.
From time to time our lips touch, stealing us from the cold world of absolutes, of black and white. United for a split second in supreme musical consonance, with our hearts leaping octaves, upward and upward. Here we wander between mild meadows of perfect peace and brilliant fiery peaks of the most expressive passion. In the silence connecting these two beautiful states the mind is stacked with as many emotional revelations as can be entertained, taking care not to lose the sense for our roots (*) , but failing and falling into profound atonality.
How can just the being of another ignite these flames, so filled with a desire, or even more, a fierce need for more intense modes of existence?
After such an experience, normal life seems rootless, the day to day so filled with trivialities that it can no longer capture our hearts or our minds.
Or is everyday life brightened? Carried upwards on that one rogue wave? Can just one brief riff permanently change the ambiance of all further rhythms?
As much as an addict, I am truly addicted.
Looking into your eyes I see the reflection of my dreams.
Feeling your skin close to mine, I resolve myself only to being, to existence, because nothing can be more sublime.
Breathing you in intoxicates the mind, leaving me in a state of euphoric world delusion.
Listening to your voice comforts me, and hearing each excited breath escape those soft lips brings me closer to the ideal.
I taste you, allowing my tongue to articulate a far more sensual desire for erotic truth than words could ever imagine.
I feel most in the realization of your feeling. Enjoy the most in your expression of enjoyment.
All five of these senses root me into my minds deepest recesses, hiding in the only place where we can meet during the drudgery of ordinary life.
A hug, temporary unity with another. Breaching both the physical and spiritual boundaries, all of life's problems seem to melt away, even if only for that brief moment.
Its appropriate we are both children of the arts, blessed and cursed with the life changing highs and earth shattering lows that are characteristic of our souls profession. Given to being captured by the inconcrete.
Let us melt into the Abstract together. Inspire each inspiration to true dichotomy, uniting the audial and the visual, the Yin and the Yang.
You have burned out the bright eyes of my false idol, and released me to take joy in the worship of a goddess of my hearts own choosing.
Fín
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Muzikal hIstorektaMie (Hiztorie?) part 1
The deciding factor of dividing factors is denominating your multiples. Since that doesn't make any sense, I will scent ten cents and send it to you.
Having a muzik blog, I feel that my first responsibility is to discuss the kinds of muzik and artists that I am personally interested in, and growing from that, I have decided to talk a little bit about the history behind my sense of euphonia (not euphoria, thats another day, another conversation).
Really, where you grow up and who you grow up with have a gigantic effect on who you are as a young child. Nowhere is this more apparant than in musical tastes, and I was an explicit example of this. Growing up in inner city akron Hip-Hop was what I knew, it was what I identified with. Yeahp I was just another white boi, talkin the street talk, carrying over sized stereos down the street, break dancing, and wearing umbrella pants. Well I did talk street atleast... I was pretty good at it by 13. Good enough that my parents (particularly my dad) didnt want me falling into the streets any deeper and responded to this whim by promptly picking up, moving, and sticking me in the middle of an all white, boring, cultureless middle school in an all white, boring, cultureless town called Norton. The product of 'deep country' raped by 'upper middle class suburbia', Norton seemed to have an unholy hatred towards me and everything I respresented. Needless to say, it took me a little while to fit in. The whole time I stayed true to the culture I grew up in, the culture I was raised in. Not the culture my family raised me with, but the culture my music raised me with.
Reflecting back, I really can tell that music has always been one of the most important things in my life, because during that transitional period it became such a solid part of my identity that no-one could ever tear it away. I felt like it was my responsibility to carry Hip-Hop in my soul until I could return and seek its beauty when I was once again among the like-minded. Little did I know that...
DUM DUM DUMMMMMMMMM
Love,
Haci
Having a muzik blog, I feel that my first responsibility is to discuss the kinds of muzik and artists that I am personally interested in, and growing from that, I have decided to talk a little bit about the history behind my sense of euphonia (not euphoria, thats another day, another conversation).
Really, where you grow up and who you grow up with have a gigantic effect on who you are as a young child. Nowhere is this more apparant than in musical tastes, and I was an explicit example of this. Growing up in inner city akron Hip-Hop was what I knew, it was what I identified with. Yeahp I was just another white boi, talkin the street talk, carrying over sized stereos down the street, break dancing, and wearing umbrella pants. Well I did talk street atleast... I was pretty good at it by 13. Good enough that my parents (particularly my dad) didnt want me falling into the streets any deeper and responded to this whim by promptly picking up, moving, and sticking me in the middle of an all white, boring, cultureless middle school in an all white, boring, cultureless town called Norton. The product of 'deep country' raped by 'upper middle class suburbia', Norton seemed to have an unholy hatred towards me and everything I respresented. Needless to say, it took me a little while to fit in. The whole time I stayed true to the culture I grew up in, the culture I was raised in. Not the culture my family raised me with, but the culture my music raised me with.
Reflecting back, I really can tell that music has always been one of the most important things in my life, because during that transitional period it became such a solid part of my identity that no-one could ever tear it away. I felt like it was my responsibility to carry Hip-Hop in my soul until I could return and seek its beauty when I was once again among the like-minded. Little did I know that...
DUM DUM DUMMMMMMMMM
Love,
Haci
Monday, January 5, 2009
Opening Day!
I am going to begin posting here with the coming of the New Year. It will contain information, commentary, and much of my own personal experience from my muzikel evolution.
I might also discuss my own personal technique, ideas and thoughts on muzik, reviews of my favorite bands, and my own inspirations.
This website is also a step in my own personal growth as all proceeds from the ad content on both this website and its partner website illicitpropaganda.blogspot.com will be directly appropriated to my muzikel education.
Self Expression is (in my humble opinion) one of the greatest joys in life, my goal is to inspire and be inspired in every way imagine-able.
Express Yourself! Charles Wright, N.W.A., and Madonna all agree, its what all the cool kids are doin'
In addition, I will attempt to introduce as many new genres as possible to both myself and my readers. I think that together, we can more completely appreciate and understand each style's respective intellectual riches and cultural message.
Everyday I feel more awake, crystallized comprehension bates me towards self realization.
And I Love It.
Happy Living :-),
Haci
I might also discuss my own personal technique, ideas and thoughts on muzik, reviews of my favorite bands, and my own inspirations.
This website is also a step in my own personal growth as all proceeds from the ad content on both this website and its partner website illicitpropaganda.blogspot.com will be directly appropriated to my muzikel education.
Self Expression is (in my humble opinion) one of the greatest joys in life, my goal is to inspire and be inspired in every way imagine-able.
Express Yourself! Charles Wright, N.W.A., and Madonna all agree, its what all the cool kids are doin'
In addition, I will attempt to introduce as many new genres as possible to both myself and my readers. I think that together, we can more completely appreciate and understand each style's respective intellectual riches and cultural message.
Everyday I feel more awake, crystallized comprehension bates me towards self realization.
And I Love It.
Happy Living :-),
Haci
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