There's no time limit on grieving. I've been told this a lot recently. It's about a month and a half now since I lost my brother.
Lost. It's a funny word to use as if I misplaced him somewhere.
Some days I am angry. I don't mean annoyed I mean hatred for everything and everyone. A good friend summed it up as when you want to destroy something beautiful.
There are days of sadness. When tears ebb and flo as easily as breathing. And I can't stop them. They stream washing a
<em>"Of course I will stress. I always stress. I have to take care of you and I will stress. You've had too much badness in your life for me not to stress about you"</em>
Someone said this to me recently and it really struck a chord.
What is poetry? Merely words describing imagery or situations often under conditions such as rhythm, pace and style. Repetition is common as is a repeated phrase that acts as a core thread for the writing.
For me the above is a poem. It
The track Lost in Me (Own Worst Enemy) was written as part of a brief for the PMP module. The aim was to write a personal brief and work to that criteria. My challenge was to focus closely on structure and I used 3 key pieces of Luciano Berrio's 3rd Movement from Sinfonia started me thinking about structure and form of spiralling dynamics within songs. The expression of a song is not a fixed static state and just as the person writing it changes their opinion and mood, it was
Possibly one of the hardest things we may ever have to do in life but yet here we are stumbling through our time until we reach the end. Saying goodbye to a loved one is perhaps one of the most difficult things I've ever had to face. But you need to make peace with your own regrets so you can let that person go. As I write this blog music drifts in from another room. Much to my amusement it is my old acquaintance Lana Del Rey and the song Born to Die which you might remembe
So as I write these blogs I find myself as an artist travelling through a healing process. Some of these blogs are directly produced from elements of study, some from aspects of my life and some merely as a form of release/ a channel of expression allowing me to say out loud that which my voice currently fails me on.
What I don't know is what audience members feel? What they think of what I write.
Do you/ they care?
Does it matter?
How powerful is a blog and to what pu