Brief Rest

Here is a photo of a person having a brief rest before continuing walking to the top of a hill.

I like this shot as the person feels small, and the top of the hill distant. Relative to the size of the hill the person is small, but the hilltop is closer than it appears. I also like how there’s a strong sense of space and perhaps also calm. It’s a relaxed stop during a relaxed walk.

This is my submission into the one hundred-and-sixty-third Lens-Artists Photo Challenge.

The theme for this one is “Keep Walking“.

The challenge is hosted by four people and cycles weekly:

Week 1 – Patti

Week 2 – Ann-Christine aka Leya

Week 3 – Amy

Week 4 – Tina

Amy is curating this one. The next one is guest-curated by Sofia Alves. The theme has been announced, and it will be “Looking Up/Down”.

I recommend participating in the challenges. They’re enjoyable and allow room for interpretation of the theme without straying too far. If you don’t participate, then I recommend that you at least check out what others of the Lens-Artists community are submitting.

I hope you enjoy.

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A Sydney CBD View

A photo similar to ones I’ve taken before, but not too fussed at the moment.

A rather gloomy photo. Kind of dull, but it gives an idea of the CBD’s spread.
I do like how Blues Point Tower obscures part of Sydney Harbour Bridge, leading to it disturbing the whole image.

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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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 983: Valleys, Space

Alright, it’s cold and this keyboard I am using is working, so there’s a counterbalance. Switched keyboards and now the keys are not jamming. Makes me happy. Makes it easier to glide over the keys and get what I want to get written written. This is, of course, assuming that I want to get anything written at all, which I do, but there is no subject in mind and so I wander aimlessly through the valleys and over the hills. I go searching for things that are not there in the hopes that they reveal themselves as being there. Always the dream and all that kind of stuff.

Sometimes you need to go wandering for things in order to make sure that you find those things… wait.

Sometimes you need to go wandering for things, but you may not necessarily find those things. You might find something else entirely, and that is fine. A journey may have a goal, but that goal may not be realised. A different path may end up being followed and then you end up discovering or learning (or both) something entirely different to what you were hoping.

Anyway, today is a day of writing, but it is writing for work. There is no fancy flights of fancy. There are no dull flights of fancy. It’s all dull, dry writing, telling people to go away in a polite manner. such is the way of things, but at least it is writing. Would much prefer doing the creative stuff, but you don’t win them all, and perhaps you shouldn’t win them all anyway. Might not be the best thing in the world to deal with. If you were always winning, then something something and how would you know? How would you have the depth of character that you would so vigorously claim?

You need to know when to win and lose, or something. This is of course assuming that you would have any control over the outcome. You may not have any control whatsoever. You may just be floating in space and then you’ll have to deal with that, so then what? How would you get back and return to Earth? Would you even want to?

Maybe there are other things out there that you’d rather try and explore and find out about. If that is the case, then awesome. Hopefully it would work out. If not, then maybe you’d still be able to return to Earth and help yourself top a nice cup of TEA. Maybe you’d be able to do that, but then again, maybe you wouldn’t want to. Maybe the thing you thought you would find and learn about wasn’t there and i0sntead you’ve found something else and this something else is far more fascinating than you ever thought it would be. Maybe that thing has led you down another path and not one of your choosing, but then again, maybe that was your choice all along. Maybe there was never any choice available.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:22:81

A bit of a wonderful mess this one… maybe.

Written at home.

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Duck Silhouette

I like this photo, but I think I did a bad job with the focus.

Oh well.

Not much to say about this one beyond that.

I hope you enjoy.

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Yasunori Mitsuda: Chronopolis

Two listens for this one.

I wanted to write about this song for a little while, but I probably should’ve done it in the morning when I’d be less tired than I am now.

I feel I should’ve given this quite a few listens and written in depth about the piece, but instead I didn’t and wrote something that described the song, but not with enough words.

Yasunori Mitsuda’s (光田 康典) “Chronopolis” (“クロノポリス”) is from Chrono Cross Original Soundtrack, the soundtrack for Chrono Cross.

I hope you enjoy.

A low beat among echoing percussion forming rhythm as strings draw out, muted, soft and in a way that builds a sense of drama. An eeriness to them though it is difficult to tell. A layer is added, providing more range to the expressing.

A low piano note followed by quick, almost flickering rises. The strings slowly move and reinforce as the piano seems to descend into the space the percussion does not fill. It all floats downward and with a lightness despite its ominous feeling.

Suddenly the percussion shifts and becomes more energetic, filling more space as it takes a more direct approach. The piano’s keys are almost struck and its higher notes are emphasised. Lower notes play with space and the strings wave a drone among this dramatic moment.

And so it goes on its repeat, reinforcing the serious calmness, the eeriness and the stillness, all the way through to its end.

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A Poem About Something Harassing

Quick, loose, sloppy.
Too flat and lifeless.
Could’ve drawn the lines out more I think.

I hope you enjoy.

Stretching and compressing
Following movements
Trying to match yours
Yet begins to fail

It sits behind walls
At least for a while
Until it approaches
And hounds with little relent

When will it stop?
I wish I could say
It offers no answers
And shows no signs of abatement

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 982: Lingering Shadow

Sometimes a day grows long and you do your best to wrangle with it, but you can’t and so instead of doing anything during the day you struggle during the evening and hope for the best. Sometimes that is the way things go, but you make do and all of that other stuff.

Sometimes it feels as though there is a shadow creeping about and you think that eventually it will go away and leave you alone, but for some reason it does not. You feel that remaining silent will see it leave, but it doesn’t. It stays and it keeps on trying to reach out even though you’d rather it didn’t and it just keeps on lingering with a dogged persistence to the point where it makes you want to disappear in the hopes that it does not follow.

Maybe this is all too dramatic and that would be correct; this is all rather too dramatic, but bear in mind that there is a little something to it and that little something is becoming bigger. However, I shall continue to play the drama up as that is more fun, or something, and personally I’d much rather play that up than not and speak clearly.

So anyway, sometimes you want to leave the day long and then struggle through the evening, but there becomes an increasing apprehension as you know that on some level you’ll have to deal with the shadow and that is something that you don’t want to deal with. You don’t want to have to deal with it following you around every corner and through every sentence. You want it to go away as it is not your own shadow, but it won’t leave you alone and it just ends up causing a bit of stress as it’s doing a little too much. It doesn’t hang back and remains incessant.

Of course at this point there are options in which could be pursued, and hopefully if those options were pursued they would lead to some sort of relief. However, there is no real telling when it comes to those things. Still, that is no reason to not try. There should always be trying as you never know as to what will happen when you try to rid yourself of a shadow that is not yours that constantly follows. Maybe things will change. Maybe things will improve. Maybe there will be some sort of respite from the continued barrage. Who knows?

Well, I do, but I also don’t and I need to think about this. I’d much rather it gone as it does not help things in the slightest. It disappears sometimes, but it remains always there and its lingering presence has become troublesome. It is undesired, unwanted and at this point, uncomfortable. It needs to disappear, and if it doesn’t, I need to take affirmative action.

For now, it is not here, though it soon will be. Perhaps at that point I will be prepared for it.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:06:32

Bit of a flat writing, but I hope the meaning is clear.

Written at home.

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Bent and Rusted

At least, I think it is rusted.

This was sen at the blast furnace in Lithgow.

Not sure what purpose it served, but I do like the pattern on it, as well as how the bend in it alters its appearance.

It feels like an odd fit to what is surrounding it, almost as though it doesn’t belong there at all.

I hope you enjoy.

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A Poem About What it is

Quick writing.
Loose, sloppy and I’m fine with that right now.

I hope you enjoy.

Sometimes I sit here and stare into space
Wondering where all the words come from
It’s easy to make it all look “poetic”
When I’m just breaking up some sentences

The format needs to have consistency
So I try my best to provide such a thing
Though often that isn’t quite the case
And I’m just exploring right now

Perhaps none of that is true
Though some of it is sometimes
It’s difficult to tell
When your brain buzzes with fatigue

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Senyawa: Alkisah Review

This is another review where most of it remained as is after a very lazy editing process that has taken most of today. I wrote this all out last week over a short period and decided to once more not overthink what I wrote.

It’s not exactly what one would call a smooth read, but I’m trying to not overthink the review stuff so much. I think at the very least a lot of the original intent has been preserved.

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Through experimenting with decentralisaton Senyawa released Alkisah through a number of different labels. They allowed the labels to choose the artwork, mixes and remixes they felt would better fit for their version of the album. There probably are other differences of which I am unaware of.

With this in mind it bears mentioning that the version I’m talking about is the one released on Phantom Limb.

Opening track “Kekuasaan” plays out in a way that seems mournful. At first it’s lone string work and it remains as such until vocals come in, distant, echoing, brief and matching the string’s tone neatly. It almost feels darkly playful.

“Alkisah I” follows with gentle sounds at its beginning. Soon electrified and dulled string work comes into play. Vocal sounds call out and a scattering of percussion echoes out. Throngs of strings strike among more percussion, and sounds build upon the racket. Vocals become more and more frenzied as drones and thunder roll throughout. Something akin to a guitar solo comes in, both joyous and frenzied. It falls onto the land and spreads out, then suddenly cuts off when necessary. Eventually the song reaches climax and hits a point of great intensity before it falls into background sound.

“Menuku Muara” takes on a darker, more muffled and rather noisy sound. Percussive vocals echo among the mass as it presses on. Eventually the song starts to move into the background and rain comes in, seemingly washing everything away. The music persists, though eventually the rain wins succeeds.

Chanting that opens “Istana”. A plunging into a harsh and heavy drone soon follows. Percussive sounds gather at specific points as the vocals howl outward. A highly constructed sound becomes apparent as the piece menaces, almost sounding like some sort of torture. At the same time, there’s a comfort in it; a sense of peace stretches forward. There’s a sense of dread pervasive here, but at the same time it feels much like a meditative call out into the dark of the night, so to speak.

Where “Istana” was overtly heavy, “Kabau” opts for something less so; It’s calmer and more brooding. Cleaner strings come into play, as does a simple, repeated bass melody. The song is more willing to breathe and seems more journey-like. Toward the song’s end something akin to a rising comes forward. Maybe it’s a hopeful, communal moment; Maybe it’s the flickering of flames. I’m not sure, but it certainly feels more relaxed than Alkisah‘s prior tracks.

“Fasih” has more of this kind of playful thing going on at first. A slight harshness, but it doesn’t cut into the song. The vocals come in, followed by a hard and brief drone and suddenly the song gains a new context. These sections cycle with some slight shifts, and everything seems steady and guided. Eventually the song locks into something else and then starts building in intensity. It’s a gripping intensity; just really full on, but it doesn’t feel like an assault.

It would’ve been easy to follow with the same kind of intensity, but instead “Alkisah II”, whilst still full on in some ways, peels things back a bit. There’s a bit more space, though there’s also a bit more urgency. Vocals wail in the distance as the sounds underneath throb, pushing forward to something. Eventually the vocals drop and seem to detach, becoming entirely within the moment. What sounds like guitar returns, fuzzing out and building on the urgency and tension, weaving itself in and out of the vocals. It cries out as the vocals increase in their intensity. Eventually much of the sound pulls back, leaving only a repeated rhythmic pulse and the vocals to call out.

“Kiamat” is what Alkisah ends with and it’s mostly really energetic and wonderful percussion. A chant sits among the percussive sounds and everything keeps on building to a singular point and culminates in one final strike. It clears and levels, leaving unraveled sounds ringing outward. A rather bombastic end, but so very fitting.

In Interviews near and around Alkisah‘s release, Senyawa have talked about how the album is about apocalyptic events and reestablishing in the aftermath of one. Considering the album’s sound and its strong narrative sense, it does well at conveying the imagery associated with such things. It gets pretty heavy in places, but considering what and how Senyawa are exploring, that heaviness works to the benefit of the album. Alkisah is heavy for the sum of its parts; its a wholly engrossing and moving album with a great deal of meaning and thoughtfulness within.

The Phantomb Limb version of Alkisah is available here.
A list of the labels that released Alkisah is available here.

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