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Tag Archives: time
If all my days were whiled
If all my days were whiled in hours of leisure, their content by mere whim alone fulfilled, perhaps I would not sense so keen a pleasure as I do when a moment seems to still into a whisper the world’s … Continue reading
Soundtrack for a New Age
Each historical age is determined by the predominant societal position given to the individuals, groups, nations or empires that can produce or have the resources to acquire whatever substance that age equates to its varied definitions of power. The Bronze … Continue reading
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Tagged composition, history, legacies, music, music education, songwriting, soundtracks, time
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Critical Path
July is gone, and the pecans have now begun to set on the old tree along the bayou; sometimes, we forget the simple things that mark the seasons. We’ve no need of clocks or calendars. Whatever reasons we invent to … Continue reading
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Tagged Buckminister Fuller, Critical Path, Indian summer, seasons, technology, time
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The Chalk Lines
The lines were drawn some time ago; they framed the fallen corpse where it was found to be expired and removed, in due course. Its owner left it vacant there, having no further need of its method of transport, or … Continue reading
Stop all the clocks
Stop all the clocks! The hours must halt their slow and steady marching on; let all lay fallow in default until this fickle mood is gone. Stop all the movement of the sun and stars against a sombre sky; let … Continue reading
My once sweet voice
My once sweet voice, so innocent and full of strength and power is now reduced to rasp and hum, its range half what it was. It rumbles, where it once so glibly glissed; the pure head tone has sunk into … Continue reading
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Tagged aging, maturity, performance, regret, sickness, singing, time
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Each moment is a threshold
Each moment is a threshold hinged upon an ancient door; we swing between two rooms: the future, and what’s come before. Experience, the lubricant that smooths the rust and squeaks, we start to use, and learn to hoard, before we … Continue reading