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| Posted by: The_Lumberjack_Coalition Original: 5/22/2008 7:05 PM Views: 19 Comments: 0 eProps: 0 Read Comments Post a Comment Back to Your Xanga Site |
Thursday, May 22, 2008
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Authenticity and Deservation So, I just read marevia's newest writing. I would recommend reading it and its bits of wisdom. (here)I want authenticity. I want to combine my leanings for describing the bold, the intricate, the tint of color, the stretch of landscape with something real. I've been learning about the Romantics-- Byron and Shelley and all those blokes. Kubla Kahn: I envision the ice walls, the honeydew, etc. but there is nothing else substantial. It's like white bread trying to tell customers it's got's the whole grains (it doesn't. I like Flax n' Fiber) I always find myself split (when I write) b/w the romantic and the realistic. I have all these thoughts but no words, then words but no songs. Aestheticism + authenti city get blame tangled. ---------------------------------------------- The second word in the title may have been made up, but I mean "what I deserve." I don't deserve much at all. I'm not scared, I guess. I'm just dumbfounded. I'm amazed, that I have been rescued from all that I could have been or could be. The Almighty is very, very mighty, and it's that feeling of turning my neck, over my jutted shoulder like a square wooden socket. I creak, I wear. But then I finally realize that this God, this savior I have chosen to let rescue me is the one I love, with a love diced up by very human fits of mine. O My God, you are ____________. So then, this music we create. Is it even close? What will we make it to be? Dreams increase and increase and pile up. It's a giant pile, and I need to shuffle through and find the one designed for me. There's so much more on my mind= music is translation. peace levi | |
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