Inspiration Chains, or, Free Association

On December 23, 2012 By NW FilbertIn Journallings, Traces2 Comments

Prompts, shared. Whether images or music, language or film, it is delightful to hearken others’ cherished influences, themselves becoming common grounds, points of congruence for these virtual-seeming communities of blogosphere. Recursive and reciprocal correspondences, often represented via comments, but probably present in many less conspicuous ways, are, in my opinion, the likely meaning-manufacture points of this medium. Circlesunderstreetlights has passed on some lovely and instigative musical prompts over the past days, each of which I’d love to interact with via language, but haven’t found the coveted chain of moments that might allow for it. However today’s prompt from her:

tripped off a chain of evocative discoveries and resonances for me… including, but not limited to:

which led to a combo with one of my favoritest crooners:

leading onwards to more of Patrick Watson:

may these bring some moments of holiday PEACE and reflection

and perhaps even inspiration and production!

Cheer

Writing the Prompts

On December 19, 2012 By NW FilbertIn ExperimenctesLeave a comment

All that Remains (inspired by Josh Kramer, for Simon H. Lilly)

In the silence that becomes now, it was undeniably clear – there had been things we considered precious. Recalling faces, moments, landscapes. Evenings. Not like nights or day, but poignant equilibria. These felt like memories, or nostalgia, even tinged with griefs or longings, but mother said the past lacks such power – that we were feeling presently. Simon says. Says “grasping after full resonances” by losing them, turning them to language, participant only always in passing. Says “left side.” “Right side.” “Simon says.” I, at least remember. Forgetting, and then the buckled alarm. The tacking it on at the end. Too lately. But not quite. So that all that remained was the grasping.

please feel free to create responses with this music – visual or verbal or otherwise

A Prompt for all

On December 18, 2012December 18, 2012 By NW FilbertIn Traces20 Comments

This song compels me into verdant places imaginatively again and again…any and all who would like or be willing – it would intrigue me to see what you each might blog/create or what is evoked for any and all of you when you engage in this beautiful piece…

Low – Majesty/Magic

On December 13, 2012December 13, 2012 By NW FilbertIn Art1 Comment

I find this song endlessly stimulating and quite powerful – especially resoundingly loud 🙂

Feeling Now

On December 9, 2012 By NW FilbertIn Journallings3 Comments

awaiting the arrival of my beloved…

The Feeling of Today

On December 9, 2012 By NW FilbertIn TracesLeave a comment

Mythmapping

On December 4, 2012December 4, 2012 By NW FilbertIn Experimenctes, Traces, Writing8 Comments

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Were I to map my way. I would be able. By feel I would be able. Blind or no, an inner moisture, dark. We speak of eerie streets at night, that obscure mist. Even like that, lamp posts and all, in there, inner chambers, as if the heart were made of rooms, but inside out, in other words. A cavern of the outside, shrouded in nightmist, my dank heart. Without my glasses I am blind. These are the lights I speak of. Vague indeterminate orbs. Still I could map my way. Even now, were you to plague me, or stand me in a corner of the night’s cold rain, I have no doubts. For maps are made by walking. No one sees.

I can find you.