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I Am Man, Hear Me ...fumble, trip, and fall on my face.
(Photo is me at age 26 —> )
My music selection for the day (last updated 10/16/10): Terje Rypdal - Avskjed
Few composers can fully capture my feelings in music in the same way as Terje Rypdal—Therefor I'd like to showcase different selections of his music here. Please check back from time to time. Rypdal, is a highly influential guitarist from Norway and has conducted and written for the Norwegian Philharmonic. His solo and ensemble works are an experimental fusion of classical, jazz, and blues rock that varies (and often morphs) from eerie ambient, to new age, to jazz, to classical, to off the wall full rock guitar shred. Many of the musicians who perform with him are professional classical performers. If you would like to get an idea the scope of his legasy, take a look at his discogrophy. Terje Rypdal - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia ...and that is probably an incomplete list.
Perfect Sound Forever: Terje Rypdal
His music sends shivers through me. ...Enjoy.
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The End.
...whatever you do, don't look down.
Put this on your page if you put things on your page like this that say to "Put this on your page if..."
...then things got strange.
Poetry Without Bounds - there are no "rules" (some of my personal thoughts and feelings on my poetry for you)
(Please excuse my word choice here as the hour is late and I'm in logic mode at the moment. This is what it looks like.)
I consider my poetry to be...
...well, I just consider it to BE.
I'm not and may never be a "form" writer. I may be considered a bit avant guard, or at least improvisational as I've set no bounds to my style and therefor experiment and improve freely within the confines I set for each individual piece, and to my desired choice of mechanics and making for it, as I feel "in the moment".
In the same flavour, I prefer to play Jazz and Fusion forms over other music styles. Early Jazz roots were a rebellion against the - considered by some, overly strict forms of Classical music. Therefor many of the old Jazz composers and performers (like Benny Goodman for example) were FULLY classical trained as this was the only formal training of the day.
As to "rules" those apply to they who apply them and to they who live by them. There is a reason why music theory is called "theory". In practice there are just too many ways to divide an octave into tones. For the western world (Europe & America) it is predominantly in fourths and fifths with secondary emphasis on thirds; yet in the east (such as India), the scale system is comprised of what the west considers "micro-tones", or the notes in between our notes; yet the two are proven compatible in the works of such performers as John Mclaughlin, Shawn Lane, and Prasanna. And in the same fashion there is no such thing as a bad chord in the proper context. One musicians mistake is another's achievement with a skillful ear.
The general rule to good Jazz is "you need to know the rules to break the rules." hence most Jazz musicians, as opposed to those in other genera, are of the most highly knowledgeable in music theory and practice. Yet the true Jazz musician intends to break the "rules" and too - are beyond constraint. So The New Yorker critic Witney Balliett once described playing with in late Thelonious Monk's odd timing and unexpected resolutions as feeling akin to "missing the bottom stair in the dark." As Monk did not like the confinement of any man's ideals applied to his creations, he decided to break away from bebop as soon as it came to have an accepted form—Monk would not be bound by their rules so he played even more impromptu freeform to break through to his own style. In the same spirit as the critic noted above, the renowned Miles Davis noted: "Working with Monk is like falling down a dark elivator shaft." This is improvisation at it's finest.
I would not go so far as to describe my written works in these same terms; yet I wish not to bind myself to some pre-decided, dated "form", deemed "acceptable" by some self proclaimed "authority" accepted or not—one must accept my compositions as it is in the same fashion many would not accept new compositions in their time from The Greats - Mozart and Paganini, who's critics often and relentlessly searched to quell in silence they, for their jealous pride and or lofty, misdirected false piety, sometimes in the name of Church. I have studied poetry styles before; but I prefer my words, as my feelings, to be unhindered by anything... other than my natural-born sense of solid meter and a - feeling - of strong form with my own preferred style. In the end, good style trumps proper form any day.
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All this said, I write primarily from the heart to the page.
So my heart is not open to critique. Note to the would be critic: I will welcomely accept typo corrections offered in good taste, and other suggestions from well spoken persons of loving manner - and not manure; I have, and I am very grateful to they of well meaning; but the rest lacking tact, wasted words will fall on deaf ears.
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"We will sell no wine... before it's time"
There are a few things I'd say on time - that is, in it's passing. 1) On it's creation process; and 2) On when I create.
For me personally, a poem may come out spontaneously... or it may take me six hours straight to compose... or even lye in part to find it's own completeness in weeks, months and years to come; and I will refine them at whim until I'm personally satisfied before I call it finished.
On the when side of writing. Several here on AP (and some few not on AP) have continually asked me over and again "When are you gonna write something new?" Well, I simply can not say. I don't know why my inspiration comes and goes, where it is off to when it's away, or where and when it'll return. When I push words out, some may like what I produced; but I can tell it was forced and lacks the depth I desire and demand of myself. For me and my style, and in what I often admire from others too, words in poetry are like a fine vintage wine, loaded in oak casks in wait till it's complete, aged ripeness for it to flower with full body, depth, and nuance... to decant in it's time in the glass to be savored by the discerning pallet... and In the backing of a warm ambient light it shows to us it's colours in hues of crimson and gold (though remember too that the best wine in a little nutty). Or as we may remember the words from Orson Wells of Paul Masson: "We will sell NO wine... before it's time."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J9SA ycHK1o4&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBay VvFA6S8&feature=related
I don't view my silences as "I have writer's block", or that "I'm not a poet anymore." and I've heard so many here say these things. I started writing one day when I was seventeen years of age, late in my opinion—and in one year between age 24 & 25 I wrote most of my first compilation... then I stopped. The words stopped.
I wrote a few more as it sputtered out to a full halt in a residual echo... then for ten years I was mostly silent—mostly dead silent, but for a few poems lacking any real depth, I wrote these solely for kicks. Yet I didn't fret over it that I wasn't a poet anymore, I had the poems to show it. I just simply didn't/wasn't writing. In the same fashion Guitarist Jeff Beck took a few years off playing guitar. He put his axe in his case and simply didn't pick it up. Instead for a few years he worked on his other passion—restoring Hot-Rods. When he decided to play again it was with fresh eyes—or ears in that case.
Later ten years the words came again to me in a fast, hard, fervor as I threw from my heart some nearly seventy poems in little over three months. Tired from the effort, tears, and pain, and having it all said, I stopped yet again with a trickle and a gasp... for three years silent. Well, here I am.
Now.
And yet I will write when I will - and in it's time. Just wait...
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A Compilation Of My Best:
From Compilation #1 — Just Words
1. Forest
3. Road's End
5. The Chase
8. A s l o w t r a n s i t i o n
11. What Does Love Not Conquer
12. If It's True
13. Satin Sails
14. Shall I Tell You Of Your Beauty?
16. Moment By Moment
17. To Drink Your Sweet Intimacy
18. The Tale of Inspiration (An Ode to Inspire)
21. I Don't Know
22. Dreams & Lies
From Compilation #2 — Words Out Of Time
23. A Letter To All
24. "Nothing of consequence" or Words to Inspire
25. All
27. All The Things I Didn't Say
28. The Perfect Song
29. The Part
32. Queen With My Heart (From Beginning To End)
33. Poena
35. Push
36. To You
38. Heart Attack
39. Why?
41. Never will
44. Not Just Words
46. You Are
47. And I Was Lost
48. One Desire
50. A Thousand Times A Day (To "Adairondacks" track 10)
51. Pictures
52. “Spice”
53. On The Lea
56. Adairondacks (...a place near my heart)
57. Less Remember (non-rememorari)
58. My Final Song
From Compilation #3 — Last Words
61. Faded (Part I)
62. "Wow!" (ponderings upon a face)
64. S I L E N C E
65. Without you, ~ (please read notes first)
66. Strong Forces ~ (We're Neodymium)
67. Of Love & Death (my silent heavy bane), to each it's own resolve
68. now
69. More than words
70. If Unhindered...
Some Notable Poets Who Write to My Heart and/or Mind:
(In some cases the poet may be Masterful in my opinion; and in other cases one may have written something that particularly struck my heart. I won't specify which is which. I'll be adding to this list.)
Some of my very special friends (If you're not on here, please, I can't include EVERYBODY! My friend Ebon (Subhra) encouraged me to put this list back up, so she gets honorable mention here. And it's in alphabetical order too, so I don't want anyone getting mad because they're not on the top of the list. 
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Or as my friend Vicious Warrior calls it...
EPIC FRIENDS!!!
Greetings Visitors. Peace and love.
I'm letting my Gold account run out—so you future visitors won't see all the nice illustrations and polished format that exists today. I'm a perfectionist, but there comes a to let it go, and let the weeds grow over. Maybe one day good soil will replace what was lost.
People for the most part are Fickle. AP is no different that way. "Friends" come, and when they are your friends, they are good friends; but then they unexpectedly and unexplainable leave... and you are sad... AP is not by far filling my needs. So I'm going back off into The Walking World (life), and to what I was a few years back when going on the internet was rare.
Writing now I realize there is no way to express how I'm feeling right now. I need to disappear. From life, from the living, from here, from earth, somehow just disappear. I haven't a place.
"To the making of many books there is no end, and much devotion [to them] is wearisome to the flesh."
—Ecclesiastes 12:12
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Picture/Photo Credits:
Skull & Earth from the album Oxygen —by Jean Michel Jarre:
Jean Michel Jarre Official Website
Nebula (X1-Space-Sphincter) from NASA images:
All others taken from google image search.
Fibonocci & the Golden Ratio.
DNA - Double Helix.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DNA
Fractal Patterns.
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The weirdest thing I've ever seen from outer space...
Guest Book
- "Encourage one another this the will of God" AP is a microcosm of that world of which we are no part of. Be of good cheer...
- Jules, I have never seen or heard anything about Martin Luther King being of the annointed. I don't believe he could of been since he was involved in politics and Jehovah's Witnesses follow Jesus and are "no part of the world" (John 17:16) Also I never heard him identify himself as one of Jehovah's Witnesses. I have plenty of reading to keep up with. The book of Isaiah that we are reading now is a real challenge for me.
- It's not Martin Luther King. It's Martin Luther. They were two different people, and lived in different times. King was black and lived in our time; and Martin Luther was German and lived from 1483 to 1546.
The Slave has mentioned a few times that there have always been anointed ones living here on earth at any given time since the 1st century. And they have pointed out Luther as one who [may have been]. In one of [our] videos they even show some that throughout history may have been anointed, and Luther's picture is shown and his name mentioned. I believe the video where the Slave mentions this is one of the three part series beginning with "The Bible, Accurate History Reliable Prophecy", but it's probably the 2nd video. Did you watch the video I sent? I only sent it because I thought you may like it. But because you think I'm talking about King, I'm guessing you didn't watch it.
If it's not too much, could you make comments like this in Private Message, and not on my Guest Book. - See all
on Jan 29 03:10 PM
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