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Nebula
Come, see.
The vastness inside me
Hot and raging
I'm collasping to my own gravity
But not enough to pull you in.
Swirling, blasting
Surrounded by nothing.
Right in front of me
But you're light years away.
How could you not see?
I'm red and blue and
every color you gave me
But still,
not pretty enough
For you to observe me.
I could give you the universe
I'm ready to explode, break and mold
All i need is one word
But my sound can't travel through
this empty space
In absence of matter and
anything i can hold on to,
This night is lonelier than ever.
But you worth everything
And trust me, i've been
Silently screaming.
But you
Yanked all your senses out
And you're
Frozen.
Anesthetized.
Just listen
“Why does everything have to have some deep meaning to you?” Because everything does have a deep meaning to me. A tattoo can tell you what’s important to someone, and someone’s favorite song can tell you their deepest thoughts. The shape of a chair reflects the shape of the crafter, and the design of a mans fan says more than you think. “I didn’t choose my fan for any particular reason”. Well, that says a lot about you too. The way the trees waiver in the wind says a lot about our world, and the way you stare off in the distance says a lot about your world. Everything has meaning, everything says something, it’s just a matter of whether or not you’re listening.
"Amidst this familiar tune playing
You appeared and left a taste
Of a sapid sin grazing
My skin in a feverish haste"
Grieg's lyric pieces op.65 no.5 and late night existential crisis tbh.
Someone: Hey! Are you okay?
xNTPs, torn between their need to overshare and the fear of people really knowing them: um
Help.
I'm sinking deep,
further from the surface,
Where everything is clear,
Where i recognize my face.
.
How did i get here?
Short breaths, pressed lungs.
Confused, yet nothing to ask.
Think.
I've lost my strength.
And it's turning against me.
Think?
At this point
All i need is a drink.
.
I don't understand.
But it feels like drowning.
.
But if i'm underwater,
Why are the voices deafening?
"The leaves are falling
Softly, riding the wind
And i hear you call my name
As if it's not a dream
I lay myself down
And let the tender tides carry me
i close my eyes,
Lost beneath the endless sea"
I am a mountain
I am a mountain.
With a pool of
Thoughts
and emotions
Convoluted.
Hot and violent
Restlessly
Jolting
In my belly
.
Banging
On my chest
Shifting
All the plates
Oh, what a wreck.
Demanding to erupt
But i'm always
In doubt.
.
They get stuck
In my throat,
I'll swallow
They'll get cold.
.
I am a mountain.
.
With a pit of
Broken words
Devastated.
Cold and crumbled
In perpetuity.
Trapped
In my belly.
.
And i stand tall anyway.
I long to melt into you
Pull me to your gravity
And close the cold space between us
Inhibit the convection
As the air extracts
And scatters me away
Fight the universe for me
in the simplest way
.
Cover me
Reduce me
Let the physics work
In this illusion of quiescence
Introduce me to every atom
That makes up your flesh
And see how easy my head will
Find its place
Right outside your heartcage
.
65, 73, i count your heartbeat
In timepass that feels black
And infinite
As i give life to the wave that travels
From your valves
Through my ears
To my brain
.
Electron field to electron field
Pressing and softly repel
Grazing but never touch
Heat flow from body to body
Bathe me, sink me in your warmth
Restore me
Until we become equal
.
Fallen
Break your ribs
Pull your guts
And punch your heart
I will be here
When you bleed
And i will carefully collect
Every drip of your pain
And make sure nothing spills away
.
Rip your skin
Scream your lungs
And dry your eyes
I will be here
When you're drained
And ashamed
I will count your tears
And i will make your bed
Tuck you in
And dim the lights
.
I will watch you self destruct
And i will wait patiently
Until you've had enough time
Getting to know the soil
And how your anatomy looks
From the inside
And when it's time to rebuild
You'll find me there
And you will see
How I'll already remember
How to put you back together
Because It's been long since i learned
To memorize your every curve
And edge and color
Where every part should go
And how every piece should fit
You are every impulse
In the back of my mind
That i need not to think of
.
Look at me
Trust me
And hand me the paintbrush
This time
Will be better than the last
I am ready
And my hands are steady
I'll touch you gentle
And stroke you tender
And you will find no one
Who paints you
Like i do
Top Ten Spookiest Classical Pieces
Perhaps I’m feeling macabre, but tonight I’m digging out my favorite spooky classical pieces and listening to them. So I thought putting together a top ten list of these would be fun while I drink my scotch. Note: These are not really in any particular order. I love them all.
1. Beethoven: Piano Trio in D major, op. 70 no. 1, “Ghost” - 2nd movement. Rattling of chains, shrieking of spirits; the nickname of this trio fits it well. The first and third movements are good as well, but only the second movement is really spooky. 2. Schubert: Der Leiermann (from Winterreise). A heartbroken young man sings about the hurdy-gurdy, an outcast who sits just outside the village and plays his instrument while dogs snarl at him and people ignore him. Particularly chilling is that this is the last song of an hour-long cycle, and it drones on without clear resolution, ending with the line: “Strange old man, should I go with you? Will you accompany my songs on your hurdy-gurdy?” 3. Mussorgsky: Night On Bald Mountain. You may know this one from Disney’s Fantasia, which is featured during the Witches’ Sabbath sequence. 4. Schubert: Der Erlkönig. Based on a poem by Goethe, this song tells the chilling story of a father and his ailing child riding through the woods on horseback, while a malicious spirit tries to lure the boy away, unseen and unheard by the father. 5. Saint-Saens: Danse Macabre. Death plays his fiddle in the cemetery, rousing all the skeletons from their graves and dancing with them until they have to slink back at the first light of dawn. 6. Brahms: Ballade in D minor, op. 10 no. 1, “Edward.” Based on a Scottish ballade, the story is of a mother who knows that her son has murdered his father - she just wants to hear him say it himself. 7. Shostakovich: Viola Sonata. Shostakovich composed during the height of Soviet censorship, and his music almost always has a hunted, almost panicked feel to it. He composed this viola sonata just a month before his death. 8. Shostakovich: String Quartet no. 8 in C minor, op. 110. Between the frenzy of the second movement and the insistent “knocking on the door” of the fourth, this quartet can really put you on edge. What makes this music even freakier is Shostakovich’s musical signature (D E-flat C B) throughout the work. 9. Mussorgsky: The Hut of Baba Yaga the Witch (from Pictures at an Exhibition). This one always sounds like Baba Yaga’s “Hut On Chicken’s Legs” is chasing me through the woods, but that might just be my wild imagination. 10. Scriabin: Piano Sonata no. 9, “Black Mass.” Some of the directions that Scriabin writes in the score are “mysteriously murmuring”, and “with a sweetness that becomes increasingly poisonous,” which is a pretty apt description for much of this work. It begins mysteriously, then builds in tension until it all explodes in some kind of orgiastic climax. It ends just as enigmatically as it begins.
Can you dislocate my hydrangeas
you: classic dick Me, an intellectual: Wiener Philharmoniker
Can you imagine being one of Vienna’s most promising young composers, a piano virtuoso, next in line to the great Haydn and Mozart, only to discover, while in your late 20s, that you were losing your hearing? You try to keep it a secret. What would people think of a deaf composer? Surely your career would be ruined. You avoid social gatherings for two years, close yourself off to the world and retreat to the countryside to wallow in your despair. You contemplate suicide, and write a farewell letter to your brothers revealing the extent of your suffering. But you never send it. In it, you mention that there is only one thing worth living for. Your art.
“I would have put an end to my life – only art it was that withheld me, ah it seemed impossible to leave the world until I had produced all that I felt called upon me to produce, and so I endured this wretched existence.”
Well that was pretty lucky for us, because despite his misery, Ludwig van Beethoven would go on to write some of the greatest music our unworthy little ears have ever heard. He wasn’t going to let a little thing like going deaf stop him from making music! In the 10 years after that letter was written, and with his hearing gradually getting worse and worse, Beethoven composed an opera, six symphonies, four solo concerti, five string quartets, six string sonatas, seven piano sonatas, five sets of piano variations, four overtures, four trios, two sextets and 72 songs. This stage of his output, appropriately known as his ‘heroic period’ included some of his most famous works like the 5th Symphony and Moonlight Sonata.
Besides music, Beethoven’s other great love was nature. He saw them as intrinsically linked, with his music being a direct expression of nature’s beauty. His favourite pastime and source of creativity was the long, daily walks he would take in the countryside. He always carried his notebook with him, ready to write down any music that came to him, often inspired by birdsong. Unlike that show off Mozart, who could write an original concert on the spot, Beethoven’s process was a long and tortuous affair. He would constantly be scribbling down notes, have to change and revise his pieces and worked on multiple compositions at the same time over numerous years before he was satisfied.
Sure, his hearing loss, along with alcoholism and chronic stomach illness left the already grumpy Beethoven even more short-tempered, paranoid and miserable, but his saviour was always his art, which he viewed as a calling from God: “To Beethoven music was not only a manifestation of the beautiful, an art, it was akin to religion. He felt himself to be a prophet, a seer. All the misanthropy engendered by his unhappy relations with mankind, could not shake his devotion to this ideal.”
In 1824, when he was 53, and by this stage totally deaf, Beethoven completed his final masterpiece, his 9th Symphony. He was insistent that he conduct it himself at the premiere, the first time in 12 years he had performed in public, but was mainly there as a symbolic gesture (the orchestra actually followed a composer standing next to the great master). Legend goes that as the symphony ended, Beethoven was a bit off time and still conducting when the music had stopped, so an opera singer turned him around to face the rapturous audience, whom he had no idea were clapping. He received five standing ovations.
So yeah, next time you need a bit of a creative kick up the butt, remember that one of the greatest pieces of music in history was written by a deaf dude.
by Gavin Aung Than
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