A Poem About my Music not Playing

Been a while since I’ve written something that could be construed as poetry.
As with most of the things I churn out this was rushed through. Audio decided to stop working and so I thought I’d crap on about it, so this is far shallower than it seems.

Maybe it’s exactly as shallow as it seems.

I hope you enjoy.

Sound is what I want to hear
And it is all around me
But from the source I desire
Not a peep rings out

I try to find the issue
And remove it from this place
Though try as I might
It eludes me

So I try to continue on
And work in the quiet
Though surrounded by sound
I do not desire

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Water Trails on Rock

I took this photo mostly as a reference due to how water was moving over the rock.
I hadn’t seen water moving from this kind of vegetation in this kind of manner before, or at least I couldn’t remember the last time I saw something like this at a coastal area.

I feel like the water looks almost like it is moving through the rock, and perhaps in part it is.

I hope you enjoy.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1194: Going Forward Backward

Afternoon is the great enemy as it invites more procrastination. That is what I’m going to tell myself as I am currently racing about and trying to get things done before I need to go and get more things done.

I think that I can fight off the afternoon by reversing time somehow. However, I imagine that even if I were to reverse time I’d still be moving forward through the reversal and so, even if I ended up in the past I still would have aged and thus not necessarily bought myself any more time.

Ergo, the only way to buy myself more time is to find a way to de-age myself just enough so as to be able to have more time to work with so as to be able to spend more time not doing much of anything so as to be able to be in a position where I’m procrastinating far too much so as to be able to be stressed about having far too many things on my plate and not enough time to chew through them all.

It’s a bit of a cycle, really.

Perhaps that means that the way that I need to go about enacting my plan is through the power of the leg and start pedaling my sweet little heart out. If I do that then perhaps I can make waves and move through time in the way that is internal rather than external and I’ll move backward for just a few years. Maybe five, maybe six. That way I can get on with the getting on and do the things and procrastinate.

I don’t think I’ve thought this through very well. If I only make my self move back through time then I am still in the present and still stuck with a whole slew of issues that I am unable to deal with. If I make myself move back through time then I am in the past and perhaps can put myself into a better position for success, but I still move forward and thus and stuck with a whole slew of problems.

Perhaps there is no point in going backward. I mean, sure, I could try and combine the two so that I maximise all the opportunity and chance that I have, but why would I do that? That seems like some sort of tall order and I am not a tall person. There is only so much that I can do and that would present an unfair advantage of sorts.

Maybe it would be a fair advantage.

Anyway, I’m sure that I will find a way to defeat the afternoon. I’m sure that I will work this out after trying to work out how to work it out. I’m sure that I will get there, somehow and I’m sure that, at the end of it all I will find what it is that I must find on this quest that seems to end only when never expires.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:09:52

More fun silliness. Came easy. Bit messy in parts but I feel it mostly flows well.

Written at home.

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Breaking Flow

I’m pretty sure that vegetation is caught on something under the surface. I’m not completely certain, but I’m pretty sure.

I like how this disturbs the water. Sure, there are a few waves around, but this seems to cut through all of it and create its own extending disturbance of sorts.

I hope you enjoy.

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Business looms

A photo of the same collection of buildings as in this photo, but with less cranes.
Also, this is at sunset rather than shortly after sunrise. Interesting how this one sort of feels brighter.

I think this photo is more sterile. Not sure why.
Maybe sterile is not the right word, as there’s still a gloominess and ominousness.

This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s “Monochrome Madness” for this week.
I suggest checking out Leanne’s photography, as well as checking out what other people submit.

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

I hope you enjoy.

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Footpath Among Plants

A constructed path running through grasses and other flora.
Not actually certain if that is some form of grass that is visible. Maybe it is not.

Anyway.

This path runs through a golf course in La Perouse and whilst I understand why it exists, I wish the golf course didn’t. Be that as it may, this does provide provides an interesting space that is detached from an idea of nature whilst still being among said idea.

I hope you enjoy.

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Gecko&Tokage Parade: clockwork

Two listens for this one.
The first was most of the writing and the second I thought I’d write more but did very little instead.

Overall this isn’t great. I think I relied on trying to describe what was going on and instead I should’ve gone for something a bit more about imagery. That said, I feel like I captured some of the song well.

Gecko&Tokage Parade’s “clockwork” is from Next Border.

I hope you enjoy.

A sudden start with guitar, synth and rolling bass and percussion. Another strum as the synth gradually moves up and down. Soon all lock in and it’s a soft, energetic groove that they follow.

A brief break and the synth touches lightly and seems to drift purposefully whilst the guitar picks out specific points as it sits with the bass and percussion. It seems to all float on and almost carries a sense of the dreamy. There certainly is a gentleness but passion comes through and motion is enthusiastic.

Suddenly the sounds shift. The guitar becomes a little more prominent as it locks in with the bass and the synth slowly rises once more. The percussion carries a sense of tension and build and soon it all releases whilst retaining its gentleness. The dream continues and the dance goes on and in this moment there seems to be a smile of sorts; maybe a passing memory, or a long-awaited meeting.

Once more the song returns to its main passage and it seems livelier, as though the giving of the all is culminating at this point. It is here where the drift and the dreaminess concludes and it finds its final note letting a memory of something earlier linger as the song ends.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1193: Careening Into the Sun

Coated in sweat. It feels like I’m wearing it as though it were a shell, but that is most definitely not the case. It has been a hot day and I’m sweaty and I need to cool down.

Maybe I need to heat up and turn into some kind of human… flame… and then fly off and go do things that require the doing. Maybe that would involve careening into the sun for a while.

Wonder what I’d do whilst careening into the sun. Guess I’d just be spending my time doing the careening, but surely there’d be some time to think about stuff. Would probably think about how I needed to finish a bunch of songs that were in various states of completion. I’d think of my wasabi plant and its making it through two summers intact, and think about how I needed to water it. I’d think about how space seems pretty empty even though it’s full of stuff.

I know I’d think about the tedium of the actual act of careening into something that takes a good deal of time to reach. I know I’d think about that as I probably would have a lot of time.

I can only imagine then, that what with all of this becoming more and more passe, that I’d probably get so bored that I’d stop and just head on home. I’d head on home and go lie down for a while as careening really takes it out of you. Sure, I don’t have much of an excuse; it’s not like I was doing much else, but people really just don’t understand what it’s like to spend some time careening into the sun. Just draining and also a total bummer, really.

So I imagine that I’d lie down for a bit and after lying down for a bit I’d probably get up and go eat and have a shower and all that stuff, and then I’d think about careening into the sun and think that I hadn’t given it a red hot go so I guess what I’d do then is prepare myself and go back up there.

At no stage have I cooled down and as such I’d still be ignited.

Anyway, I’d go back up there and this would take a little while and I’d go careening into the sun. I’d be heading toward it and it would be rapidly approaching me, though really it would be me approaching it as that is the way that some forms of movement work and so I’d be the one making the approach as it is me who would be careening into the sun; the sun would not be careening into me. I’d be doing this, remember as to why I stopped and then I’d go back home and lie down for a while.

I think at this point I’d need someone to remind me as to why I stopped both times in case I decided it was a good idea again.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:14:72

This was fun to write.
Silly, pointless (or maybe not) and fun.

Written at home.

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Interweaving Silhouette

Yesterday after work I made a trip out to Balls Head Reserve, or at least near it in order to see the sunset. Missed a bit of it but still was able to get a good view of the changing light.

Also got this photo.

This is dramatic and moody. Perhaps striking due to the contrast between the tree being in silhouette and the sky having intense colour. Probably could’ve framed the tree better, but I think it works as is.

This is my submission into the two hundred-and-twenty-eighth Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Diagonals“.

I think this counts due to the branches predominantly being diagonal to some degree.

The host of the Lens-Artists challenges cycles weekly between the following people:

Week 1 – Tina

Week 2 – Patti

Week 3 – Ann-Christine aka Leya

Week 4 – Amy

Week 5 – John Steiner

Week 6 – Sofia Alves

Week 7 – Anne Sandler

Week 8 – Guest host

This one is curated by Patti. Leya curates the next one.

I recommend participating in the challenges. They’re open enough to allow for a fair bit of thinking about approach and closed enough to keep focus on meeting the theme of each one. If you don’t participate, you should still check out what others of the Lens-Artists community are submitting.

I hope you enjoy.

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Utility Branches

I don’t think this is a good photo, but I like it, though I cannot explain why.
Maybe it has something to do with a contrast between the forms of wood.

I hope you enjoy.

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