The two short pieces that follow are a new sound for me, discovered, of course, by accident, making a guitar type picking style with with an added piano for the lead lines, which are also accidental. Love those happy accidents.
Many years ago I wrote a novel called Miracavira, an enchanted land where I ended up under bizarre circumstances. When I was tragically whisked away, back to earth, I left behind a very sad situation that only I could fix. Maricie, a love interest in Miracavira, was given a song to sing that would bring me back from across the divide. It’s a picture of the tragedy, and it goes like this:
Have fun with a couple pieces of music.
Here are two pieces I’ve been waiting to put in the blog. The first (Theme 42) is an experimental piece. The second (Theme 160) is called “The Last Hours.” You can listen to this while you read the poem about the end of the Age of Enlightenment.
Just this once, if you enjoy any of this original verse and music, drop a comment with your state or country. I get thousands of “downloads” of music from the U.S. and many other countries, but I’d love to know where some of you are.
For you folks who like the old-fashioned in poetry, I offer a verse in regular meter and rhyme. For you who prefer playing tennis with the net down, I also post a free verse model. Both are about ancient stories and law, good old philosophy.
For music I’ve added a couple older pieces that I’ve revised, and a new one that, thank goodness, is only 39 seconds long.
And, for the form-challenged…
Here is a reference I used for my Biology class some years back, in case you need it. And, as always, I add a new piece of music, which, in this case, is completely unrelated. Enjoy!
Modern Christendom seems to have run aground, like a beached whale, completely out of its element. Faith has turned to blind belief in conspiracies. But this is nothing new. Ancient Christians distinguished themselves as some of the most hostile, intolerant people in history. So here is a hymn that tries to span the ages. If you don’t like the words, focus on the music. If you hate the music, focus on the lyrics. If you don’t like both, well, hell, I’ve missed again.
And here’s a poem that I dug up from an old notebook with poetry drafts from 1977-81. Mostly junk, but this one hit me.
Two new poems and Theme 142 for a change of pace.