media | Introspection/Extroversion

Lyrical Muse

Posted on October 12, 2005September 13, 2006 by kylar

Here’s a muse I got a while ago and didn’t take care of.

Shuffle your Mp3 player and post a lyric from the first 5 or 10 songs you get. Don’t edit out the cheeeese

1) “His newfound luck at blackjack brought him such wealth, they realized he’d make a perfect Minister of Health”

2) “But if you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao”

3) “And the cross is someone she has not met, not yet”

4) “the human tragedy consists in the necessity of living with the consequences”

5) “Through the storm we reach the shore”

And a bonus :

6) “La familia is dead and gone, the children grew up and moved on”

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Careful.. they might be normal.

Posted on May 20, 2005September 13, 2006 by kylar

…but they *might* be GIANTS!

I’ve been listening to TMBG and they’re a band I didn’t discover till last year, but I’m listening to them more and more, and I really like them.. they’re poppy, catchy, but quirky and intelligent and humourful, a lot of the things that attracted me to BNL early on.

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To Cool In The Peppermint Wind

Posted on May 9, 2005November 25, 2006 by kylar

There is a place where the sidewalk ends,
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

creator..or poseur

Posted on March 31, 2003September 25, 2007 by kylar

so tonight i hung out with a couple friends and we played a little music, some guitar, some bass, whatever. and we had a little discussion (which i’ll go into more about later) that made me start thinking a bit. i’ve written some poetry (mostly bad), some essays (mostly bad), and some songs (all bad), and every time i read a really good poem, i know that i’ll never be able to have the effect on other people that that poem has on me. one of my favorite poems is titled ‘howl’ and it’s by alan ginsberg, the noted beat poet. when i read the first lines, a shiver runs through me, the imagery so perfect, every word exactly right, and when i’m done reading i always feel a little sad because i don’t really have any creative talents. i can pretend to be able to create a little here, or little there, but really i’m only a not-so-competent fake. that started me thinking even more, about what distinguishes an artist from everyone else. is it passion? is it desire? is it some unnameable longing that burns inside, and every time you write or sing or paint or sculpt you’re trying to give a name or a voice to that burning? i don’t know, and even if i did, i wouldn’t be able to find the words to describe it. back to the conversation that i was having earlier. we were listening to one of our favorite pieces of music, a piece that manages to convey so much feeling that you cannot avoid being swept up by it. it was ‘shine on you crazy diamond’ by pink floyd, and when david gilmour picks up a guitar, it becomes a more natural extention of his feeling and artistic talent than my hands or fingers or voice. i could spend hours and days learning every note, every bit of tremolo, every tiny little bit of inflection, and still, the best i would ever be is a poseur. a competant fake. i do know, however, that i can enjoy the works of others, and i will continue to do so. thanks to any and all who create, without you life would be much more dreary.

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following the penguin

Posted on March 19, 2003February 2, 2008 by kylar

a penguin was asking for some input on questions about blogging. you can check it out here. i’m going to post my reply because it’s almost a reason why i blog.

her question is:

– what has writing online/the blogging community done for you? how did you
> get involved? why do you stay involved? what are your thoughts about sharing
> your poetry/words online?

well i’m going to point this more at writing online as opposed to the blogging community angle. i write online almost as a catharsis, just for myself. i don’t so much share as just write publicly, like scrawling my thoughts on a subway wall. i think that most poets (and by that i am encompassing bloggers, using it as a loose term not restricted to classical definitions of ‘poetry’) write because they can’t keep their ideas inside. the fact that someone else reads what i write is entirely secondary. it’s the same reason that i play guitar when no-one is around to hear. i’ve always felt like my brain was a huge jumble of ideas that has been waiting to get out, and a blog gives an outlet to shape those ideas, or at least release them from my brain. as to a blogging community, i don’t really know how to define it. is it the blogs that i read on a semi regular basis? or the ones that i interact on? i think the yearning for kinship, of like minded people is what has brought people to other’s blogs, and that is a basic need that is more easily fulfilled online. where previously you might have had to ferret out a poetry class, or independant coffeeshop somewhere, now you can interact from the comforts of your armchair, read and have read your flowing prose, all from safety. some last thoughts about sharing your words online: it’s definately a risk, especially for people who are open and can share their personal lives. i have a great respect for them. if, however, i was truly worried that someone might critique something i’ve wrote in a mean way, or if i had a very fragile self-image (well, i mean, more than most….) then i wouldn’t have put stuff online in the first place, it would still be in a hardbound journal stuck under my mattress.
sorry for going on and on.. that damn penguin is too tempting not to follow.

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