Menolyrical; The Little Black Book Stuff

Thursday again? Where'd that week go??? Time to bore you with another of the entries from the little black book of wailing words...

Earlier this week, I joined Mac1 and Mac2 at a workshop with Drake Music at the Edinburgh International Harp Festival. We did some improv with clarsach, percussion and voice (or in my case, whistling)... and then honour was paid to the Maestro and the legacy of musical composition she left. Mac1 is collating her 'Mary Suite' (about Queen Mary) with a view to publishing it and selling to raise funds for Drake; one small part of that suite had been prepared for us to play within the workshop. Crikey, it brought a few tears, but tears of absolute joy and wonder at the talent and how it was here for us to work upon. Pete, the facilitator of the workshop, remarked that the beauty of the way Drake teaches music and permits the performance is to break down some of the rules and ensure that we don't fall into the same patterns all the time.

It struck me that 'freestyling' in music this way could also be applied to other art forms, such as writing. Indeed there are times I have done this (more on that next week). However, to a large extent, any artist in any medium can fall prey to 'grooves' or themes which stick to their work no matter how many times we think it is something different. Certainly it happened in my poetry - and probably still does. This one is clearly from my "climate as an aging-analogy" period... don't need to say more than that really.


11 comments:

  1. Sounds like a lot of fun and a bunch of talented people.

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  2. I, who have no ear, let alone one for music, am amazed at the training my granddaughters have received only in school. They can discuss who is off key, who started too soon, all kinds of theory. It's good to know they have this skill in their tool boxes.

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  3. Such nice rhythm in these words ...the words move like the wind, speeding up and slowing down. I used to write a little poetry myself. You have very nice handwriting, too.

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  4. One day I will write a book of poetry, I had better hurry up I'm running out of time.
    Lovely poem.
    Merle..........

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  5. WE will take the East West and South ones.... butt don't want anythingy to do with that COLD NORTH Wind... We love the words though...

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  6. Agree with Frankie and Ernie, we are done with the north win (as a foot of snow is falling into our yard).

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  7. Wow, so beautiful and the penmanship is just as beautiful!

    Your Pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

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  8. The words are beautiful but the penmanship is simply art in and of itself.

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  9. A HARP festival...how wonderful. Isn't the harp a fantastic musical instrument, so calm and relaxing
    Beautiful poem Aunty Yam, although I hears we are in fur some Easterlys here and they are gonna be VERY cold!
    Loves and licky kisses
    Princess Leah xxx

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  10. that north wind better should stay away... it blows directly in the heart of people and it can blow all fun and happiness away...

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  11. You have beautiful handwriting and I love wind except for our hot east winds in summer.
    Music is a good healer I believe, especially the classical type but I guess what fills you with happiness is the best kind. xx

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