The Sounds Of Silence

We all know that there is a limit to what one can do or say (Like calling someone a beady-eyed little shrimpboat-bastard to his face). Nonetheless, without freedom of expression we would all have nothing to say. We would not truly be free.

From the Bushman cave paintings though to Picasso’s work; freedom is what makes art come alive. From Shakespeare through to the 19th Century Novelist the writer’s pen has been the voice of the people. In more recent times it has been embodied in modern popular music such as rock, reggae and rap. It lives and feeds on our diverse society.  Without some form of freedom our culture would be dead.

The wondrous waterfalls, the eagle and the hawk, all the splendours of nature are free. Why should we not be? All of life is poetry in motion. The writing of the modern age should reflect this. To express yourself is to be yourself. There is no shame in living life to the full, and being true to your nature.

If a horse had a choice he would be galloping across the plains unchained and unbound, with no master save himself. A bird sings best in a tree. There is no substitute for sunshine. Freedom tastes sweetest when lived...

‘Give me no restrictions on what I do or say, don’t speak of tomorrow when it’s still today,‘ Men at Work.

Comments

Once upon a time, in another time and place, there was a lonely world. It was the world of the deaf.

In the world of the deaf no-one could listen to each other’s complaints; so it was a very indifferent world. In the world of the deaf no-one could listen to tales of each other’s good fortune; so it was not a particularly happy world. In the world of the deaf no-one could hear the wolves howl in the darkness; so it was an extremely dangerous world. In the world of the deaf no-one could hear the beautiful sound of the whispering wind; so it was such a lonely world. In the world of the deaf no-one could hear the nightingale’s song at night; so it was a world that did not know the beauty of life and nature.

But someday a miracle might happen, and their ears would be opened to a million wonders. If eyes could open; then ears could hear. Somewhere under the moon and stars there was still hope…