Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

notebeat

on a life-line, seek to define. seek to give a name, to appropriate words (as words are all we have forever) to a jangly cluttered space defined by numbers of beats per minute, per bar, style, genre, sample rate.

sometimes these rhythmic triggers, frequented by exasperated expression and prolonged purging transcend styles, patterns and generically genetic meshes, mushed into a mish-mash.

sometimes things just are. and to put a name to them would intrude upon their existence.

I love reading your blog but I honestly have no idea what you are talking about. Which makes it all the more interesting I guess : )

And sometimes… words are inadequate to describe or label certain things, I suppose…

*carefully examines the two oscillations*

I name that note in … one.

andophiroxia: yes, exactly. can you define the inferred meaning of everything in words?

mr. witness, esq: which note could it possibly be? [could you take from its awe by naming it?]

Some are quite straightforward, some go short of full meaning. I suppose if you look at religious texts, they don’t fully describe full spiritual enlightenment or in regular texts, weariness. Emotions can only be described so much. If you feel joyful, there is no limit to that feeling, but the word joyful only touches upon it.