Talking After Death

Every word has its own vibration; a mix of tone, pitch and sound which makes its own music. When a word is placed next to another word subtle it changes itself and its neighbour. When a sea of words is created a sound of the sea makes a certain, logical music. Continue reading

Take a Bow, Constable Alex Morgan

We are surrounded by music. We do not listen to much of the music we hear. Even when we listen attentively we can find that our attention drops or is stolen by some other entertainment. Often the sounds that we hear are offensive or seek to steal our attention from the task of shopping. The isle may be full of strange sounds but they do not always give delight and sometimes they hurt.

I remember many years ago before football matches in the early sixties; fans sang then not musically but usually with wit. At the stadium of my favourite club we had the band of the Metropolitan Police play before each match and while they played people talked chanted and sang in the pre match rituals of the day. Before the players came out to the pitch a tenor sang light opera; it was usually I remember one song which ended with the tenor holding a powerful note. Take a bow, Constable Alex Morgan.

Sounds We Hear

We are surrounded by music which we do not hear and to which we do not listen. We are surrounded by the noise of the city and the noise of the countryside, wherever we live. We hear white noise when we fly and grey noise when we sleep. We listen to nothing, not even ourselves or our desires or our wants because we have been taught to control ourselves as we live in order to live at peace with others. We need to co-ordinate our words with what we hear, our sounds with our music. We need to listen to the music and not the sounds.