The incredibly deep, flatulent sound you can hear is the tiny little thing being played by the bloke in the middle.
It’s called a rackett and it’s got nine bores in that tiny block of wood connected at the top and bottom with u-bends.
Love them.
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The incredibly deep, flatulent sound you can hear is the tiny little thing being played by the bloke in the middle.
It’s called a rackett and it’s got nine bores in that tiny block of wood connected at the top and bottom with u-bends.
Love them.
Word of the Day: curtal
adj. Shortened, abridged, or curtailed.
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Day 16 NaPoWriMo 2022
The NaPoWriMo prompt suggested we “write a curtal sonnet. This is a variation on the classic 14-line sonnet. The curtal sonnet form was developed by Gerard Manley Hopkins, and he used it for what is probably his most famous poem, […]
Very nice sounding mix of instruments.
A lovely bevy of dulcians...I believe the big one would be the contrabass..? Wikipedia says they are made in four sizes - “Although the bass in F is the most common size, the dulcian comes in many other sizes: tenor (in C), alto (in F or G) and soprano (in C). There are also examples of a "quart bass" dulcian in C and contrabass in F.”
Transit
The mist of dark morning fills the air,
quiet, still and without a care.
The silence of early morning hours
mellowly purge my sense of power.
My heart is lead toward content
with a deep sense of inner transit,
progress of purest intent.
I see forthwith, life is transient,
Though time then seemingly stood still.
As the songbirds chant filled the air
I was there in the dark, in transit