Ghostpoet Video

Love it.

Quote of the Day

" ... uncertainty is wondrous, and ... certainty, were it to be real, would be moral death.  If we were certain of the future, there would be no moral compulsion to do anything.  We would be free to indulge every passion and pursue every egoism, since all actions fall within the certainty that has been ordained.  If everything is uncertain, then the future is open to creativity, not merely human creativity but the creativity of all nature.  It is open to possibility and, therefore, a better world.  But we can only get there as we are ready to invest our moral energies in its achievement, and as we are ready to struggle with those who, under whatever guise and for whatever excuse, prefer an inegalitarian and undemocratic world."

 Sorry, for some reason I have no idea where this is from now.  If I find out I'll let y'all know.

How to Review Blog

I must admit I wonder how to craft a bloggy review.  Scholarly, creative, poetic, how much to edit, plan, research the thing?  At the moment I'm going with just the brainstormy generative type writing with little or no editing.  And as a somewhat scholarly person maybe that's okay because blogs are part of the musing-reflecting-digesting part of the thinking, which is what scholarship mostly is.  I'll go with that.

New Project Mark 2: MusicPoem

Here's another snippet I have found from past scribblings during a Sunday afternoon's 'long dark teatime of the soul' (after Douglas Adams).

I might sit on it a bit and then re-work it.

music

holds safe keys of

sound secrets hollow

resonance into intervals

that shape the

distance of moments feeling

we each drop into 

its river at the unsame

place again the depths

surround and the bubblenotes

drift up as we breathe.

allow our pain to be beauty and our every moment

frustrated thoughts walled to disintegrate

into an escalated run of

fingerfrets, bassic dropped instinct

found

free.

Update on Wednesday, March 21, 2012 at 2:35PM by Annalise Friend

Ok, here we go, just saw this edit:

Music

holds safe keys of

secret, hollow resonance.

Intervals shape the

distance of moments;

we each drop into 

its river at the cool

place again, the depths

surround, and the bubblenotes

drift up as we breathe.

Hissing our pain into sound. A 

hemmed thought disintegrates

into an escalated run of

fingerfrets.

Thinking about 'So'

Thinking about 'so'.  About how I was kinda enjoying how I use the casual 'so'to begin a sentence, talkative-like; an interrupted beginning to a thought.  But!  It's the blogging cliche, I'm hearing it everywhere, Bridget Jones and all the bad writers the girl blog movies are about (even if I like the stories and the movies are good, the writing's pretty bad!)  So.  No to so.