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Tag Archives: silence
The Conversationalists
There is small comfort in that fragile peace that rests uneasy when we sit and talk around the countless things both needing said and those much better left unshared. Between the spider and the web of lies that catches us … Continue reading
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Tagged conversation, innuendo, interaction, relationship, silence, speech
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The Slightest Remnant
Along the edge, the slightest remnant lingers before it falls away into the void and dries like alcohol upon the fingers, its essence there but nonetheless destroyed, the merest memory of thought or action caught only by a sentimental whim … Continue reading
Some music must be free
All music cannot be contained in simple structures, common forms, by formulaic skeletons that would restrict the way it’s made; it reaches out beyond those lines, a crayon in untutored hands that blurs the edges in between the guidelines of … Continue reading
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Tagged chaos, diversity, expression, life, music, NaPoWriMo, oppression, order, silence
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Time Enough: a byr a thoddaid
What there is left to say, I have said; let’s leave off talking, and try instead another way to listen and be heard
that words don’t understand. Wait a moment: let some silent thing bring with it, for a while, another point of view to our chat; surely, we have time enough for that. Continue reading
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Tagged byr a thoddaid, conversation, poetic forms, silence, time, Welsh verse forms
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Space Between Breath
What still remains when words have run their course, and soundless, lay exuberant and spent beyond the realm of sound? What is the source that waits between each breath, self-evident for just the briefest moment, as the lull when one … Continue reading
With one word aloud
With one word aloud, the illusion is broken as the echo fades. So deep, this still well, that a small sound is strengthened and seems so much more. But echoes will fade; and in the gaping silence words do not … Continue reading