Five-Hundred Word Challenge 961: Avoid the Trap

Posted on June 16, 2021 by Stupidity Hole

Cold it is and all that, but that is not what I am going to try and talk about.

I’m also not going to try and talk about trying to talk about something. For now that well needs to refill for a little while. It needs a rest.

I don’t know what I will talk about, but I am sure that something will come forward and then once that something comes forward I will be able to move along with some sort of tenacity that will reveal just how passionate and driven and galvanised I am when it comes time to be those things and get on with the proceeding of the words in an order that makes some sort of “sense”, but perhaps (now that I think about it) I will fall into the same trappings as always.

If this does indeed happen, then you can be certain that I will shake my fist and stomp my feet and curse my foolishness in being foiled once more. Then I will look for a way out. If there is none, then I will dig my way out. No matter what, I will get out of the thing and then I will be able to celebrate and so on and so forth.

However, failing that, then I will rest for a while and then get out a little later. Maybe I’ll walk back on the path I had already taken and see how that changes perspective and view and all those other things that it may or may not change. Who knows?

Well, I would know at the time, but until then I do not know and so I will keep on working toward the eventual even, though hopefully I will not fall for a trap that I set for myself. Hopefully by that point I will know better to avoid the trap and therefore the eventual result will be one of celebration as finally there will be a new horizon that can be seen and that new horizon holds within itself some pretty sights and wonderful smells and the relief that, yes, it is possible to seek out the new and get there, even if that new has to be carved by one’s own hands and all of that other stuff that comes with seeking the new and actually finding it, but of course one cannot dwell on those things for too long as there are many steps yet to come and in those steps there are many stories yet to be told, so it is up to you to get down there and get into the exploring of it all so that the journey can continue to grow and…

So anyway, I think that what I’m saying is that today there will be no discussion of trying to find things to say, which is something that I will wholeheartedly do my best to stick to a that is the best way forward until it no longer is the best.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:08:19

Maybe some of my better writing in recent times.

Written at home.

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Murder by Death: Raw Deal

Posted on June 15, 2021 by Stupidity Hole

Few more pauses when doing this one. I was hoping to avoid but I’ve managed to make myself feel ill, so I made this as easy as I could for myself.

I’m mostly content with this as I think I managed to balance talking about how the song progressed and the imagery that was coming forward. That said, I do think this could’ve been better. I feel the writing is a little too dry for what I was expressing.

Murder by Death’s “Raw Deal” is from In Bocca al Lupo.

I hope you enjoy.

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Percussion rumbles in the background as notes play out some sort of decisive statement. A slight trail appears soon, building the atmosphere whilst keeping space.

Soon words enter, sung low and emotive. Soft vocal harmonies find themselves sitting somewhere in the background in a way that allows for prominence without taking over. The main vocals express some sort of remorse and hopelessness, but only in the face of the consequences of both actions and lack thereof, rather than regarding what led to said consequences.

The song shifts into something away from the main melody thus far; something not quite deeper, but perhaps lower and more “descending” before allowing the percussion to flow on its own for a brief moment.

A return to the verse and cello draws out more of the drama of the narrative and weight of the emotion. There’s a little more tension now; the music takes on a greater richness and the vocals become fuller and more expressive, though also more resigned to what awaits.

A slight pause before the song launches into what could be a violence, or at the very least the facing of the consequences themselves. Guitar rages on and the song sounds furious for a brief period. It is an intense expression and only as long as necessary.

The guitar stops and the other instruments keep telling of the aftermath whilst the setting seems to shift into one of hushed tones. The guitar returns, as do the vocals. Now they sound mournful and resigned than before. There’s certainty.

Soon most of the instrumentation drops out and the final few words are said whilst with minimal support. Perhaps there is acceptance here; acceptance of the consequences that the narrator hoped to avoid. In those last moments cello once more draws out the weight of the emotion. Then the song ends.

 

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toe: A Desert of Human

Posted on June 15, 2021 by Stupidity Hole

So this one is a little rough. There was some pausing and rewinding again, but much less than with the last few.

With this one I mostly wanted to focus on describing the song. I wasn’t able to stick to that, however. I think that if I had included the preceding song from the album “A Desert of Human” is from I would’ve been able to include description of the song, and imagery and tone in roughly equal amounts.

toe’s “A Desert of Human” is from Hear You.

I hope you enjoy.

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Percussion and guitar come in quickly. Percussion is steady, full and yet spaced, and driving. Guitar seems to oscillate and keep its notes small, thin and also spaced. Bass appears and accentuates. It too takes on space and plays only as much as necessary. The song is gentle, yet firm and steady.

A change and the song becomes a little less busy. Seemingly a questioning from the guitar as it plays specific notes in its minimised state. The bass returns for a short period. Something shimmers in the background. The percussion and bass drop out for a moment, then the oscillation returns and joins what the guitar is currently doing.

The percussion and bass return and the questioning continues. Perhaps there is an uncertainty here. It is a melody much like how the song started, but it is a counterpoint at the same time.

For a moment the percussion is all there is and it seems like it is building to explode into something, but instead of doing so it pulls back and a return to the opening pattern is found. At first the song is much as it was earlier and the base of it remains as such. More guitar comes back in and plays something floating and seemingly relaxed. Soon another guitar plays something more flickering and energised.

Once more the instruments drop out, leaving that last guitar to play out the song as it ends.

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A Poem About a Cold Day, in Part due to Clouds

Posted on June 14, 2021 by Stupidity Hole

This is a bit of a ramble.
I think perhaps there were too many pauses between writing lines without thinking about what I was writing. Oh well.

I hope you enjoy.

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Cold is the day
With no reprieve in sight
Clouds spread out
expressing a bright dullness
Consuming the expanse above
And keeping the cold closer
Leaving the day to feel bleak
And slow, and sluggish and dry
Teasing an impending storm
That will not arrive
Keeping the mood held
As low as the cold
Though both may pass
Through time’s flow
And movement may loosen
Through weather’s change
Though until then
This now shall be lived

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 960: Hurdles

Posted on June 14, 2021 by Stupidity Hole

It’s cold and all that other stuff so I’m just going tog et on with the writing as the writing may just help keep me warm, or something. That’s the hope, but that is not the reason for why I am writing this bit of writing at this particular juncture in time.

The reason as to why I am currently writing this bit of writing is that the urge to write is there and writing is what I currently want to do, so really there’s little reason for me to be writing at the present moment other than the desire to write, which is something I desire quite often and do far less of than I’d like to do so, so yeah.

Consider this opening bit the announcement that I’ve nothing to work with this morning. also consider it notification that the rest of this will likely be a mess to read. Certainly won’t be a mess to write, however.

Or maybe it will.

So anyway, now that I’ve said all that I want to say for the morning, I need to move toward the other things that need to be said. The day has begun and yet the proclamations need to be made so as to know how it is that the day will fare, assuming that it will fare in any way, shape or form at all. However, there shall be no proclamations made. Instead of that it will just be all random stuff, or something.

I don’t really know, to be honest.

I don’t know as to what it is that I need to say from here and I don’t want to bear the burden of responsibility. Of course I only have myself to blame in this instance, but that is not something I want to worry about at the present moment. I don’t want to think about the hurdles I’ve set up; instead of going over them I just want to walk away from them. I want to walk slowly and calmly. Perhaps even with a hint of relaxation in my step. There are many other things I’d prefer to do, but right now I need to stare them down and let them know that they will be surmounted.

There are better things that I can do with my time. However, those better things are not going to come into play in any way, shape or form as the issue is that I’ve surrounded myself with hurdles. The hurdles are in every direction and so I need to eventually find a way to surmount them, so I will stare them down.

Maybe in the staring down of the hurdles they will bow to my will, but that is hoping for the impossible and so I need to think of other, more proactive things to do so that I can get them done and all that other stuff.

I think I’ve gone off the rails a bit, so let us just pretend that that all makes sense.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:47:12

For how messy this is, it was not exactly the easiest of things to write.
However, that is in part due to the keyboard having some issues with a couple of the keys starting to have issues with pressing them down.

Not a great read.

Written at home.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 959: Tired, Cold Rambling

Posted on June 13, 2021 by Stupidity Hole

That sensation of fading out in the sense of not being able to stay awake long enough is taking hold and it is not something that I quite want to find myself engaged within at the present moment. I have not done enough today and thus I need to stay awake in order to get to the end of it all. There need not be lengthy pauses at the moment.

However, the enemy of my existence which is the one I dance with the most – laziness – is here and I must fight that enemy off and try to get this finish, lest I succumb to the enticement of its actions and therefore find myself lost in a whirlwind of expectation that surrounds me and tries to keep me anchored at my desk and so on and so forth.

However, I know not as to where I am to go, so perhaps now is the time for me to go to bed and therefore find the rest that I so readily crave, as rest will come soon as I am tired and should have written this hours ago, but you can’t win them all when there are things that involve the need to sleep and the need to shake off all that determination in order to start making the journey toward the restitution for sleep, which I guess would be sleep and I don’t quite know as  to what it is that I’m going on about. Still, that does not stop me and I will finish this bit of writing before I get up and go and find some rest, or something.

Anyway, the thing is that I’ve been lazy and now I am paying for it, but so long as I finish this I will have finished something and that is then something that I’ve done today, which will of course mean not all of the day has been wasted and I can get on with things and getting on with things means doing more things which is not what I want to do at the moment as what I want to do at the moment is rest, so soon instead of doing more things I’ll just rest and resting will then mean tomorrow I’ll feel better about things.

I really need to stop leaving these until I’m in a state where I want to sleep more than I want to do things. Clearly it is not good for the writing at the present moment, nd yet sometimes I cannot stop myself from doing so and so I keep on going and hope that somehow I get this done and then move onto the next thing and it’s just a cycle that I need to try and find a way to break out of as it’s not helping in the slightest, but right now that is not something I feel like getting into. What I feel like getting into is bed and so now I shall get on with that.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:42:19

Not great writing. I’ve waited too long to write today.

Written at home.

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Give Way

Posted on June 12, 2021 by Stupidity Hole

A sign with straightforward phrasing that gets its intent across more often than it doesn’t, as seen somewhere in regional Victoria.

I don’t have much to say about this, but I do like how the sign sits relative to other developed objects visible in the frame.

I hope you enjoy.

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Joe Hisaishi: Silent Love

Posted on June 11, 2021 by Stupidity Hole

I think I was trying to find a balance between describing the song and the imagery I was getting from the listen and I think I did a better job than the last few times. However, once more there was some pausing and rewinding which I feel was necessary due to how cold my hands were.

Joe Hisaishi’s (久石譲) “Silent Love” is from the soundtrack for A Scene at the Sea (あの夏、いちばん静かな海).

I hope you enjoy.

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Some sort of twinkling fading in. The light touch of a piano and then percussive notation.
Strings, or at least a facsimile of strings come in. Calm is the music, but weighted; Melancholy, or a bittersweet mood finds itself flowing in.

Bass firm, striking, present. Its notes are specific and it almost seems like it is helping to guide toward something. The idea of a voice comes in, emphasises, almost as though part of a rolling ocean. Slight piano touches and string responses come in and assist in guiding.

Suddenly a greater deal of emotional rise and sense of the dramatic takes over. The song flourishes for a brief moment. Then it lowers once more, back to what it was just before, but once more for a brief moment and with ever-so-slightly more.

Once more it flourishes and this time with vocals providing words that are clear, yet vague. they exist but not in the way of the music. The instruments are a little more emotive, the percussive sounds firm but the beat calm. A solo of sorts appears, holding focus without dominating the song. It is furthering the narrative, doing only as much as necessary and no more.

The song is locked into its flourishing. A guitar moves along, providing a little extra emphasis, helping to keep the mood shaped and permeating, then the instruments rise a little higher and the beat becomes a little more striking. The song is full but it still provides space; it, much like the rest of the instrumentation, stares out to the sea from the beach, looking for something, perhaps a dream. Perhaps notions of the romantic. The waves rise and fall and, despite the bittersweet mood, a sense of determination also rises.

The guitar gains focus yet it too refuses to dominate. Its notes mostly leave space and perhaps it is providing a response to what came earlier. The focus is brief once more, and once more the song flourishes. The determination to achieve is there, as is the bittersweet. The instruments move and flow forward, painting their picture as the violin and guitar dance with each other. There is an energy but it is not too much, and the atmosphere is present and weighty, yet earned.

A sudden drawing out of notes and the mood is heavy. Then it all drops back, revealing the twinkling once more, as much the same as it was, but felt in a different way. A piano looks out quietly and perhaps fragile, but there is no answer and the song ends.

 

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High Pass Filter: Smart Bomb

Posted on June 10, 2021 by Stupidity Hole

This is another of my favourite songs, and also another where there was a bit more pausing and rewinding than I’d have liked. Oh well.

I think I captured describing what happens in the song; Not much imagery though, though there’s a small amount in what I wrote. I feel as though I haven’t done well enough by the song as it’s rather beautiful and wide.

Some of what I think is turntable scratching might be sample manipulation. Not certain.

High Pass Filter’s “Smart Bomb” is from Soft Adventure.

I hope you enjoy.

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Echoing guitar alternating between different sounds. Turntable scratches appear in the space, creating slight emphasis. Bass comes in, stepping. The scratching becomes more prominent; once the percussion appears the scratching becomes a lead. The bass shifts into something similar, yet different. The song becomes full and yet space remains.

Guitar starts to scale upward and ring away as the vocals, almost breathy, make their appearance. Some words are clear and the whole delivery provides what is recognisable as words, but it’s unclear and almost dreamlike, floating along like the rest of the song. The turntabling had pulled back a little, letting the rest of the instrumentation have its time. Guitar continues to curl around and seemingly flicker at times.

Suddenly everything pulls back. The bass pulses and brass calls out, muted and low, yet distinct. Percussion occasionally rolls through. There’s quiet on the plains.

The bass picks up once more, the guitar rings out again, the percussion comes back in full and the brass call out triumphantly. It all glides with a grace and beauty, and seems to just breathe. One last vocal line, then a return to the scratches, stepping bass and ringing guitar. Brass once more muted and calls out in short notes. The bass falls away, the guitar scales and rings, the percussion pulls back and provides brief rolls. A sound echoing in the distance pulls away, as does the brass. Eventually the percussion stops and the guitar remains, lone for a few seconds as the song ends.

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Supermoon

Posted on June 9, 2021 by Stupidity Hole

A moon of the super variety.

This was taken during the recent super blood moon event.
Might be the clearest photo of the moon that I’ve taken.

I don’t have much to say about this photo, though I do like how the early stages of the eclipse affect the moon’s appearance.

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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