February 19, 2012
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When I think of pianos or organs, big or small, or any other instrument (writing fits in this thought, or any one collection of things one gathers to put together) I think of them as animals to “tame” to bend them to convey the expression one wants to convey. One rarely knows in the beginning what one is after.
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I used wrong words in this statement. “Animals to tame to bend,” case in point. Expression using the tools, with which one has “facility,” is what I meant. When one is comfortable with the instrument, (clutching a car, for example, one can drive) expression can flow free.
I can’t play piano or organ with the facility to fully engage the instrument and express. Nor can I navigate personal politics for the same reason. Words are the instrument I have some facility with and it fails, more often than not.
In words, I fail daily. But once-in-a-while, words cross the abyss.
“Love,” for example. But even that expression is fraught with difficulty in conveyance and understanding.
Love.
Rick, are you watching the Oscars tonight?
Wait, for some reason I thought they were tonight.
Next Sunday, Deron. No worries. Though you and Amy should get snacks in order.
It will help me get over the end of the football season.
Re: the Oscars. Any butts I should be on the look-out for? I was disappointed by the concealment of Nicki Minaj’s butt on the Grammy awards.
Trying to write a verse:
When I think of organs
Big or small
I think of greats
who instigate
And bring all that could be broughten.
It could use some work.
It’s a start.
It needs too much work. Prolly should be tossed. Starting again.