More Oh Yeah
By ice rivers
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Yeah
If jazz contains spontaneous composition that encourages the closing of eyes, well I may not be as far off as I thought.
The question is at what point do I compose and the answer is what I'm learning and preservingr right now.
I regularly compose at night, in that twilight zone between being awake and being asleep.
I composed this piece last night with my eyes closed.
Yeah, I'm recording it today with my eyes open but all I'm really doing is returning to that place last night when I shut my eyes and said to myself "let's write". All of this subsequent typing is a rehash of the cave painting that I left on the walls of my consciousness as I walked through the velvet of my imagination.
The recording is only the proof of the composition.
It's impossible for my readers to close their eyes when reading unless they're reading braille which must be quite an internal as well as sensual/spiritual exercise that we who are lucky enough to have our sight can only imagine.
The reading that I enjoy most is the reading that forces me to occasionally close my eyes and with those closed eyes, I can analyze, meditate upon and grasp the groove as it soothes and ignites my internal velvet.
This is my problem with "page turners". I'm done with them so quickly that all I have is a fleeting memory of plot that tends to run together with all of the other page turners I've read and can usually be summed up in a hundred words or so.
Thank you Stephen King.
Thank you James Patterson.
Thank you guys for staying clear of my velvet and taking me for your ride. I never forget whose driving the train. It's like watching actors act and forgetting about the characters they play. Very rarely will I stop for an "oh yeah".
Everything becomes Stairway to Heaven, over and over again.
Or maybe I simply lack the gift of continuity as I never know where I'm going until I get there and there is here and I got here thanks to closing my eyes and composing as I drop off to sleep.
Perhaps this is why I'm an essayist and a poet.
Sit back a minute, close your eyes. Let the words here ricochet around your intellect and see if anything flutters like I want it to
Oh yeah.
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I get it and I love it - I
I get it and I love it - I too am at my creative best at night and what I feel is a trance like state when the words flow naturally - it can be euphoric and almost transcendental –
I love that feeling when the words fly like fluttering wings from thought to fingers, flying across the computer keys like a musical instrument -
Your words expressed so purely what a writer feels when they are truly in the zone of creation. This was so imaginatively written – so poetically thought out.
Thank you for sharing this -
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I can see the similarity in
I can see the similarity in subject - where your first takes the reader through feeling the musical journey and the second relates it to a writer feeling the flow of words- They could be combined but I think they stand well on their own.
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