P-Oiler: Lobe

Posted on May 27, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

One listen and it was pretty easy, this bit of writing.
I think that was due to how slow the song feels as well as how little there is in terms of changes. That said, I don’t think what I wrote is the best way I could have covered the song. I feel like something a bit more creative in writing would’ve worked really well here, but that’s not what was coming forward.

P-Oiler’s “Lobe” is from Greatest Hits Vol. III.

I hope you enjoy.

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From a brush comes a bass moving in specific steps. It soon moves with some percussion before the two lock into a slow groove. Guitar plays over slow and slinky and woodwind also flows over with a slow motion.

It’s a calm, dark and light and easy, drifting melody that sees an implied build at one point, and the sounds sort of move into a less languid state, but there’s still a quiet to them that keeps everything feeling a familiar continuation.

Once more a sense of build but here the percussion diminishes for a moment whilst the woodwind starts going wild, and another build into more quiet. Woodwind keeps on howling in the distance whilst all else stays diminished until the percussion returns.

The slow rhythm resumes and it keeps its space. It keeps its steady minimalism as it pulls back and comes forward, and the bass drags long and winds up, and the guitar keeps punctuating brief moments as the woodwind tapers off and disappears.

Sounds murmur in the last moments before the bass remains, drawing long before fading away after something seems to cut out, and the song ends.

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Urban Salt Marsh

Posted on May 26, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

The reason why I’ve titled this image Urban Salt Marsh is that it is in an urban area; specifically Sydney Olympic Park. However, I’m now wondering as to how much of this salt marsh was naturally formed. I’m sure the information is out there somewhere, but I cannot help but wonder how much of it was shaped by people, and to what extent that would matter.

I hope you enjoy.

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Held in Shadow

Posted on May 25, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

A photo similar to this one, in part due to it being taken just before.
Similar in feel, as it should be, but I think this one focuses more on form than it does expression.

This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s “Monochrome Madness” for this week. Participating is pretty straightforward and something I recommend. If you do, then include the tag “monochrome-madness” in your post. If not participating, then at the least check out Leanne’s photography as well as what other people submit.

A lot of what people are submitting will likely end up here.

I hope you enjoy.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1261: Cold and Complaining

Posted on May 25, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

Cold and frozen, blah blah blah, quite cold, it’s a cold day but getting on with it all. Just trying to push on through and trying to stay warm where I can. Frozen hands aren’t helping but we’ll get there. We’ll climb this mountain of mountains.

A mountain made out of mountains. I’m going to file that in the folder of ideas that could work but will inevitably be forgotten.

So it’s a cold day. So what? Doesn’t mean anything. doesn’t matter. Could be better, could be worse. Just need to add layers. Adding layers will keep me warm. Adding layers will help trap in the heat and keep the cold at bay. But I don’t want to. I want to sit here and bitterly complain about my predicament even though I can resolve the thing through little effort on my part, but I’m not going to because I don’t want to.

Sometimes it is better to be angry and grouchy and annoyed for no justifiable reason. Sometimes it is better to carry on and scream about things that can be resolved with little difficulty.

Okay, maybe it’s not but I want to so that is what I am doing. I’m stamping my cold feet and I’m shaking my cold fists and I will keep shouting about how it is problematic. I will yell at the cloud and no one can stop me.

Maybe two people can, but no one person can and that’s the way it is and that is the way it shall forever be. If I am to be stopped it will need to be more than one person. Anything less will lead to sheer defeat and in that defeat I shall reign over your possessions for all time. Of course time will eventually have to end but up until that point all that you own is forfeit! To me!! Haha!!!

I will have heaters and in having those heaters I will have the warmth that I crave. I will then find a way to convert cold into warmth. If I can do that then I will have cracked the code and in cracking the code I will hold my freedom above all else and then I will have nothing else to complain about so I’ll just call it a day and move on with my life as there would be little, if anything else to do and so… yeah. You get the idea.

I think that what this all reveals is that there is a cycle and Ill be following the cycle to its conclusion and then I will loop back. Once I loop back I don’t know where I’ll go, but I do know that I’ll have found a way to get what I want, even if I don’t want what I want. Then I’ll just be able to see another view and there will be less cold in that view… I hope.

for now I’m just gonna keep on complaining until I am stopped.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:36:29

Fun write. Bit messy – more so toward the end – but it was fun.

Written at home.

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These New Puritans: Spiral

Posted on May 24, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

I’m not sure if I covered “Spiral” well with the below. I think I aptly descirbed parts of the song, but overall I’m not sure.

These New Puritans’ “Spiral” is from Field of Reeds.

I hope you enjoy.

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Warm brass cast a grand murmur. It is textured and it is quiet. Quickly though from that quiet emerges voices sounding as though they are being pulled and cast in specific directions. They seem tethered to it all and as though they are fanning and swaying.

Other sounds here and there come in and out, emphasising, pressing in and letting go and slowly everything seems to swirl into unison. Other voices come in and utter something recognisable as words but it seems to go by really quickly. It doesn’t but it seems that way. Perhaps it is due to its quiet clarity.

Suddenly sounds seem to dip into a sense of deep darkness, but only for a moment before they return to their main proceeding, and now in this quiet all seems more choral. It seems grander than before but it is the same. It is unchanging.

Everything stops and starts again, and there’s more peace here. There’s more relaxation, but also the sounds are more taut. Almost rhythmic in their flowing. A voice moves in an angled manner, walking among the sound and reaching for some sort of sense of beauty, though maybe it is a slow violence.

Woodwind moves carefully as it is met with other sounds and soon they move in turns before moving together again, albeit at different speeds, and they alternate and a heaviness is there, but it’s gentle and it’s lovely. The moment is tender and small. It slowly reveals itself and as it does it seems to grow smaller and more pure, and it ends on a brief note and the song ends.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1260: What am I Doing?

Posted on May 24, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

“What am I doing?”

I just uttered that as I’m sitting here telling myself to write and then letting myself get distracted. It would take less time to write and get on the groove, whichever groove that  may be, but I keep letting myself drift off to somewhere else. Gotta stop doing that.

Today is a little better than yesterday. Thus far it has been a lot less stressful but there remains much to do and you get the idea. It’s a little less cold and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing, but I’m capable of getting things done at the moment and so I’m going to keep trying to get things done. We’ll see what happens.

But before all of that today is about the art of writing and engaging in that art. It is about expressing myself and finding a way to get that expression across using the power of words in a visual form to represent meaning in what should be a structured way.

I just want to enjoy the day a bit more than I normally would. It would be nice to shed some of the stress, but I cannot and so I persist. I persist in writing and I persist in getting distracted. It is a brilliant way to go about things, let me tell you.

Sitting here, looking out the window, seeing the sunlight outside; it’s nice. It’s a nice and relaxing thing but I need to keep on going. I’ve had too many days of doing little and so stress perpetuates itself through no fault of its own… or maybe it is entirely its fault.

But anyway, it’s a nice day and so a nice day allows me to relax less, or at least tells me that I should be relaxing less. Probably should be relaxing more rather than less, but you know.

I don’t know where I’m going with this. This started with my expressing my need to write and get stuff done and now I’m complaining about how I can’t enjoy the day as I’ve got stuff to do. This is not a way to go about things. What I should be doing is creating tales of silliness, but instead of that I’ve decided not to for some reason. I’ve decided to complain and that’s something I’m going to complain about as today is not a day to go about complaining. No, today is a day to spend writing and getting things done and getting on with life and trying to not become bogged down with all the shit that’s going on in my life.

Today is not a day for complaining and I will not stand for that. There shall be no more complaining and if there is more complaining, then there will be no more complaining.

So anyway it’s a nice day outside and I’m gonna get stuff done but I need to complain about things first. Complaining is the most important thing to do, after all.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:59:25

Not exactly what I’d call a good piece of writing. Feels like a bit of a struggle and reads that way too, I think.

Written at home.

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Clearing in the Megalong

Posted on May 23, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

I think there’s a few other areas in this photo other than a part of The Megalong Valley. Not entirely sure. Anyway, I like how this almost looks like a drawing or a painting. I think it has a lot to do with the colour in the valley and how the clouds’ shadows affect that colour.

I hope you enjoy.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1259: Wanting to Persist

Posted on May 23, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

I was writing this thing about how today has been absolutely fucked and despairing but that doesn’t get me very far. I want to write something more positive than what I was writing but I’m not sure if I have the energy in me. Still, I don’t want to give up. I want to keep on pushing on and hope that I write something a bit more positive than what I was writing before I started this bit of writing.

I don’t know if I can. Still, I want to try.

I want to persist. I want to succeed in the face of what feels like overwhelming defeat. I want to be able to have a roof over my head without having to worry about being poor too. There are some good things around and there is joy out there. Maybe there isn’t in here, but there is out there and so maybe it’s time to get out of here and see what happens.

I have to leave the house soon anyway but I’m not sure if that counts.

There still is about two months left for my partner and I to find a place to live. I’m hoping we find it sooner rather than later as I don’t have many, if any options if we don’t find anything. I’m trying to hold on and not let myself roll around in despair, but it’s getting tiring and it’s tough. Hanging in there is difficult when you’re not getting anywhere.

But still I have to keep trying. I have to keep on trying to survive and I have to struggle to get ahead, or I have to struggle to get into a position where I’m no longer struggling. It has been a long lifetime thus far and I can only imagine that at this point it is going to get longer, but I hold on. This isn’t the time to give up.

See now I don’t know what else to say. The thing is the pressure that I’m feeling is constant and it’s getting worse and I keep on pushing on, and I need help to get through this, but the help I need is not available to me and so I just have to keep on going and hoping. I have to keep on moving forward and remain focused on the goal. Once a house is sorted then I can worry about other things, but there is so much to worry about at the moment.

But I persist and I go forward because I owe it to my partner and myself to not give up. I need help but if it’s not coming then I still have to do what I can and I have to hold onto hope, and allow that to keep me going. It’s hard, but maybe I’ll get there. Maybe I won’t have to spend much more time worrying about having a new place to live. Maybe within the next few weeks there will be success.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:01:68

Speed is fine with this one. More concerned about what I’m putting forward than the speed.

It is a really tough time and I’m struggling and there isn’t a small chance I won’t be successful. Still persisting but it’s really hard to do so.

Written at home.

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P-Oiler: Pleasantly O/C’d

Posted on May 22, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

Four listens for this one.
I’m not sure if this represents the song well, but it was what I was getting from the song. It’s very moody and atmospheric so I think if you listened to it it would make sense that the below could be inspired  by it, but it’d be pretty evident how unrepresentative of it the writing is.

P-Oiler’s “Pleasantly O/C’d” is from Greatest Hits Vol. III.

I hope you enjoy.

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Across an empty expanse a walk spanning eons continues. Inward always and continuous it seems to go whilst motion looks forward. Motion looks forward as do the eyes and they search forever, looking to find something that allows for any sense of meaning to manifest.

Across an empty expanse lightning cracked and provided some detail, and it revealed nothing other than the only change noticed in a long time. It released the fury of a thousand suns within the span of half a second and it was gone and all was silent. The space hung in a perpetual twilight and the walk continued. Objects grow meaningless as they lose form and reshape into themselves, and then another appeared.

Stars hung in the sky as they stared at each other, looking for the words to give some sort of meaning to the experience but they had nothing, and so the stared, and days passed with no motion, but nothing came and so they continued on, and as the first walked past they shed a tear as they turned to dust in the wind and the song came to an end.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1258: Thinking About Stuff

Posted on May 22, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

And so the music comes back on and that means it’s writing time.

It has been a long day compressed into a short day. Sitting, thinking about the idea of hope and the idea of freedom. Thinking about things that don’t matter but always do.

Wondering where the road will take me when I head off to go pick up my partner. Knowing the direction and location but also wondering about what thinking I will do, assuming I do any thinking at all.

Thinking about standing up and walking away and walking to fight for a better future. Wondering as to how much wandering I should do. There is a road to follow and perhaps I should stick to it tonight.

The horizon never ends. It keeps on spitting things out as you try to approach.

Perhaps it’s not thinking about thinking, or freedom and hope that I should be thinking about, but rather where I am and where I’m going. Maybe I should be worrying about how I’m going to handle the rest of the evening but there’s not much to handle at this point. What I need is rest and maybe I should be thinking about rest, but there’s so much more to think about.

Perhaps I should just try to switch my brain off for a bit and fly on by. See where the rest of the day takes me by not being completely there, or at least not mentally present. Maybe it would lead to the day becoming decompressed and so everything will feel alright. A day will feel like a day. A drive will feel like a drive.

The drive remains a journey but its meaning is what I’m going to imprint upon it. Of course there is the meaning based around achieving a goal but there can be something else, but it really depends on how much I want to go into that. I don’t know if I do. I’d rather let myself just go with it. Not worry about anything. Have a sense of hope and feel a sense of freedom from a series of thoughts that will not mean much outside of their meaning everything.

Thoughts float on by and they sometimes move like aggressive drivers, risking crashing into each other for no reason other than a lack of care and respect for the requirement of driving safely. However, instead when they crash the thoughts might combine into something as familiar as it would be new.

As the horizon puts things in the way we keep moving toward it when we chase it, but maybe the goal is never to reach the horizon but to reach something along the way. Maybe the goal is to try and find something in ourselves. The journey is endless but in a sense it provides space. It doesn’t provide time but it gives us pause for reflection as well as viewing, but only if that is what we want. Perhaps it can provide many differing things.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:03:43

Bit slow but I think this turned out okay. Needs a bit of cohesiveness but I think there’s a bit more clarity than usual.

Written at home.

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